"Around seven or so," returned Draco as he lazily slid into the seat on the sofa beside her. Handing her the plate full of pancakes, he flashed her a charming smile. "I think you've a magic touch, Gin. I finally slept the whole night through, no voices or anything."
Draco stretched contently, taking whatever excuse he needed to be close to her. It was working, if nothing else. He wasn't about to say that he'd rather enjoyed falling asleep beside her, just even as friends. Not yet, not before he knew really...well, that just wasn't a topic he wanted to think about just now.