365, 366; when the three hundredth and sixty seventh niffler to jump over the hillock abruptly wore glasses, Draco rolled over in disgust. His dragon clock spat the time as 3:00 am.
Gregory's unholy snores continued to rattle the bedposts interspersed with Vince's wuffling sleep noises.
Draco stared into his canopy and willed himself to sleep.
It wasn't that hard, he reasoned. He had been sleeping for years now and he had never had a problem before. Damn it all. With a sigh, he resigned himself to his fate.
He was going to have to sneak into Potter's bed.
Again.