When he stirs again, she immediately turns back, her hands leaning against the long stand. She slipped on Draco's dress shirt, and it barely covered the top of her legs. The first three buttons are undone, and a smirk appears over her pink lips as she replays the moments from their previous night. Esme tiptoes back to the bed, sitting on the edge. Her fingers reach out to caress his hair gently, and he stirs again, groaning into the sheet. Draco lifts his head- eyes now wide open, and a beautiful smile plays over his lips. "Good morning, Darling."