"You didn't know?" Draco arched a brow. "In the movie, Snape practically told you before he died. I think, with you, it was a love hate relationship. He hated your father, but loved your mother. He was hard on you, but he protected you. With me, I always thought he saw something like himself, and didn't want me to go in the same direction. He never said it, but..." His voice trailed off, unsure. He was guessing at that part, something that held onto a piece of his mentor, and one of the few that Draco respected.
"You gave me the key so I could sneak in and stay. I could try that in the middle of the night, you know." He seemed to consider some options. A smile flickered across his lips. "That could be fun, as long as you don't hex me for crawling in your bed."