"Did anyone see you?" Draco asked as he felt his covers ruffle. He didn't have to open his eyes Astoria's perfume was already burning the back of his nose.

"Worried about my reputation, Draco, darling?"

"I'm not," Draco muttered.

Astoria slid in beside him but didn't lie down like he expected. Draco opened his eyes, she was sitting up with her back against the headboard. The curtain around his bed had separated an inch letting in a line of moonlight. It lit up her face and made the vial of Pollycolly she was holding look more purple than blue.

Astoria laughed dryly. "Are worried about your own?" She pulled at her pink satin nightdress.

"Astoria," he said sternly. "Drink the potion now or I will. I promise you will not gain twenty pounds or Merlin forbid, wrinkles overnight."

"Potions are powerful things." Astoria reminded him, examining the vial. "They can cause excruciating pain, boils, make you transform into other witches or-"

"How long did it take me to make that?"

"Ten minutes."

"Polyjuice takes months to make and depends on the moon cycle. So no, Astoria, you are not going to wake up with a different body." Draco turned his back to her.

"My mother says-"

"The one that spends her time embroidering kittens," Draco recalled one of the several- possibly hundreds of- facts Astoria had told him about her personal life today.

Astoria sighed.

"Trust me," Draco said simply. His mind flooded with dark memories, proof of why she shouldn't trust him. He bit the side of his mouth, pushing all the memories back down. "I wouldn't let you in my bed if I were planning on poisoning you, now that would be messy. Death's messy," he added. "I don't do cleaning charms."

There was a loud popping sound signalling Astoria had uncorked the vial.

"You'll wake me up if anything..." She said quietly. "Even a hint of anything happens."

"Yes," Draco said for what felt like the hundredth time. He looked over his shoulder at her. She had the vial pressed to her lips ready to down it. She looked unnaturally stiff. Draco accidentally brushed against her leg. "You're cold." He murmured.

"You'll just have to make me warm again." Astoria downed the vial, wincing at the taste. "Way too sweet." She remarked. Draco grabbed the vial from her hand. He knew the potion worked fast. She should start getting woozy right-

"I don't feel anything." She shivered.

"Lie down, if you fall asleep sitting up you'll get a crick in your neck." He warned.

Astoria, for once, did as she was instructed.

"You're wearing a top this time." She observed.

"I don't want to give you an excuse to stare at me."

"Draco, I like staring at you." She yawned. Her eyes were starting to droop now. "Maybe you'll give me something nice to dream about."

Astoria pulled at his shoulder weakly. He knew she wanted him to face her.

"You won't be dreaming about anything." He said, an unkind edge to his tone. He rolled his eyes and half gave in. He rolled onto his back so he was shoulder to shoulder with her.

Her head fell to the side. Her eyes were shut now and her breathing was slowing down. She yawned again.

"Draco," Her words were starting to slur. "Can you put your arm around me? I feel cold."

Draco murmured something unintelligible.

"It won't kill you," Astoria replied.

"It might."

"Draco!"

"Would you like a goodnight kiss while I'm at it?"

Astoria didn't reply.

"Astoria?"

"Hmm… we can pretend if we want… pretending fun… and easy… and warm…" her breathing was now very deep.

Draco touched her exposed shoulder. Her skin was goose pimpled and freezing. He pulled the blanket fully over her then his arm, the blanket dividing them. She naturally edged closer to him.

Draco closed his eyes and listened to her breathing. This is going to be a long night, he thought. But he was wrong, he fell asleep within the next ten minutes and descended into darkness- Astoria's breathing was his soundtrack.

The next time Draco opened his grey eyes Astoria's blue ones were staring into his, half-shut and dozy but happy. Draco didn't pull back or demand that she leave and take her gawking somewhere else, he relaxed and found that the corners of his mouth were twitching upwards. It must've been because she looked like an angel, an attractive angel, she was smiling but not obnoxiously. Draco made her do that.

"You snore." She stated.

"Good morning to you too," Draco said, his eyes moving along her body only to find his arm was thrown over her waist. "Don't tell me you have nothing better to do than watch me sleep, I know it's a wonderful sight."

Astoria laughed. Draco thought it was cute. Draco wanted to slap himself out of it. Wake up.

"You look innocent when you sleep." She reached up and brushed her fingers against his stubble. "Your face relaxes and you're not sneering."

"I'm not sneering now."

Astoria raised an eyebrow. "When you're awake and 'not sneering' you always look a second away from switching back into 'Imma big hungry troll' mode."

"You…" he trailed off.

"What?" Astoria was almost on top of him now.

Draco shook his head. "Forget it. It's too mean."

"I want to hear it. I'll say something mean about you first if you want."

Draco brightened at this. "Go on then."

Astoria cleared her throat. "Your nose is too big for your face."

Draco laughed. "That's the meanest thing you can say about me?" he challenged.

"It's too big in a cute way." She teased. She touched his nose with her finger. His eyes crossed as he looked at her emerald fingernail.

He was now snorting with laughter. "Pathetic, you've just taken back your 'insult.'"

"Now tell me what you were going to say." Astoria batted her eyelashes. "Was it something about my ugly makeup-less face? I can fix that with a wave of my wand."

"You're not ugly without makeup."

"The right answer."

Draco sighed. "You can't stay own personal space for five seconds."

Astoria mimicked his sigh. "I like your personal space, Draco, darling." She said getting fully on top of him now. Draco automatically grabbed her thighs to steady her. Astoria's breathing changed and so did Draco's, his lungs suddenly needed more air.

"Why?"

Astoria blinked as if the answer was obvious. "The same reason you keep yourself in mine."

There was a beat.

"Even though you make these half-arsed comments threatening to take off," she added, giving him more of a hint.

Draco was still drawing a blank. He liked Astoria in his head. He couldn't say it out loud and 'like' wasn't the reason. He liked Goyle- to some extent- but he wasn't going to let him near him with a barge pole.

"It feels right." She said quietly and simply.

Astoria flopped back down onto the bed this time her legs entangled with his. They didn't say anything for some time until Draco was starting to find his bed overwhelmingly hot.

"So it worked."

"What worked?"

"The potion, Astoria."

Astoria was suddenly beaming. "Oh, yes! It was completely black. I can't even remember falling asleep all I can remember is you saying something about 'a goodnight kiss.'" She teased. "Thank you, Draco. I forgot about it because it worked that well."

Draco was expecting a kiss on the cheek from her, his heart even sped up in preparation for it. But Astoria shocked him by just keeping her closeness to him and smiling.

"I suppose I'll keep making it for you then."

There was a pause.

"Draco?"

"What?"

"Can I ask you something personal?"

"Merlin, is this about my stupid Witch Weekly horoscope?" Draco frowned, suspicious.

"No. It's a general question. You don't have to go into detail." Her tone was delicate, it made Draco's muscles tense.

A list of questions automatically formed in his mind:

What was getting the dark mark like?

Are you still a Death Eater?

Why did you do that?

What was Voldemort like?

Did you kill Dumbledore? Did good old Snape cover it up?

Do you think you'll end up in Azkaban?

Is the Malfoy fortune still intact-

"How do you sleep without the potion?"

Draco exhaled. "Just do."

Astoria nodded.

"I don't do much dreaming anymore. Sleeping's a waste of time anyway." Draco absent-mindedly twisted a lock of Astoria's hair around his slender finger.

"You're too hard on yourself. It's exhausting."

"Doesn't feel like that."

"You're a better wizard than you think."

"Astoria, you don't know anything." He stated hotly. "Stop sugar-coating what you think you are seeing."

"I know what I'm seeing. You weren't the only one trapped..." She trailed off bitterly.

Draco's eyes widened.

"I think we need to get some actual Transfiguration in," she said, snuggling deeper into his chest. "Or just lie in silence for an hour or two? Whichever you're in the mood for."

"Maybe you could show me how to make a feather disappear and reappear for real?" he didn't want to think, especially about Astoria, that shorter patch of hair made his stomach churn.

"We could practice on my nightdress." She said into his chest. "Or your top, it's itching my face."

"I would prefer making it disappear with my own hands." He almost growled. He thought of his hands on her thighs again.

Astoria lifted her head. A challenge, Draco thought.

"The feather first," Astoria said unnaturally timid. Not a challenge. Draco's smirk dropped. The girl who had planted herself on his lap and in his bed didn't jump to tease him further on that suggestion... It made Draco's head spin. Of course, she wasn't straightforward. Draco thought. Nothing was.

Author's note: A longer chapter is on its way. Thanks for reading and reviewing!