The film had long since ended, but Draco had managed to slip off into a sound sleep on the sofa, curled up around the pillow in front of him. When he felt a weight on the sofa beside him--a familiar one, at that--Draco looked up tiredly and managed a sleepy smile.
"Hi, Gin," he greeted her groggily, his voice thick with sleep. He'd almost forgotten why he'd been waiting for her, his dreams had been so pleasant.