She opened her eyes and stared at the familiar wall hangings. She'd never properly slept in the Room of Requirement before. The one time she had fallen asleep had ended disastrously.
She tried to remember the events of the night before, but they were a bit blurry. Testing, she moved her head slowly, lifting it up just a few inches. It felt surprisingly normal.
She rolled over to find Draco next to her, eyes sleepily focused on her.
"How's your head?" he asked.
"Fine, thanks," she said. They're eyes held, and she was sure they were both recalling their conversation from the night before.
Then she remembered what had happened before that. "Oh my God," she groaned, rolling onto her back and covering her face with her hands. "I danced and sang!"
He laughed. "Much to my delight. Though, your taste in music does leave rather a lot to be desired."
"Shut it," she ordered, rolling back onto her back and staring up at the ceiling. "It was a perfectly good muggle song. I'm just a rubbish singer."
"I won't insult your intelligence by disagreeing with you," he commented dryly, making her snort.
She shook her head, eyes still fixed on a spot straight above her. "That is absolutely mortifying," she said. "I cannot believe I did that."
"You also might have mentioned," he began, amusement bleeding through in every syllable, "that I'm much more talented at certain . . . endeavors than your old friend Weasley."
She choked out a laugh. "God, I'd forgotten that. Well," she said, rolling over to face him again. "That's just a basic fact. I might not have said it had I been sober, but there's no denying the truth of it. And no reason I should feel compelled to protect his pride when he demolished mine."
"None at all," he agreed easily. "I really think you should take out a full page add in the Prophet," he added, reaching out a hand to toy with a strand of her hair.
"Yeah," she mumbled. "I'm sure your family would love that."
The smile slid off his face so quickly she found herself wondering if she had imagined its presence in the first place. His hand fell away.
She sighed. "I should get going. Despite your lovely snack last night, I'm absolutely famished." She climbed out of bed, transfigured her clothes so she wasn't obviously wearing the same ones as the night before, and dressed.
"See you later," she called, as she made her way out of the room. His only response was a quiet nod.