Smiling at Harry as Draco faceplanted at the foot of the bed, obviously having a lot of broken sleep and coping with that. Yet he looks so young and sweet and precious and she giggles. "I don't think I ever thought of Draco Malfoy as precious before," she teases, grinning as she reaches down and brushes her fingers through that shimmering, growing out veela white hair.

"You know, if we plucked him bald, we could make a good deal of money on wand hearts,' she teases, giving the tiniest of tucks.

"Keep it up, Granger," he mutters, the words muffled. "And I'll shave your head."

She only laughs more, giving another tug. "Come on, Pretty Boy. Up here so I can sleep."

Draco sighs, rocking so he can stand up and then moves to crawl up between them and lays down between them, not even waiting for them to move. Not caring. Knowing it's maybe too much but he just wants to lay there with them, close, cuddled.