Draco came down the stairs in his expensive, green, silk monogrammed pajamas. Running his hand through his blonde hair, it stuck up slightly from the absence of product and the pillow his head had been resting on.
He wished he could say he had been sleeping on it…
“Just a bit restless,” Draco admitted, not bothering to lie for some reason. After the simple truth just slipped out, he knew he would need to make a point to be careful with his answers going forward.
Moving to the chair closest to Millicent’s, he flopped down and let his legs hang over the arm, sliding his body sideways. “Why are you up?”