When she wakes in the morning, Draco is there fast asleep. Her eyes glide over the pale skin of his face and slight bruises underneath his eyes. His lips are flushed pink, and his cheeks hold a natural pink tint to them still. If she were blind, he would look normal, healthy even. But she's not a fool. Her eyes trail down to his bare stomach, and gasps loudly, covering her mouth with her hand.