Percy made an exasperated noise when Draco didn't move. He waked over to the bed, intending to shake Draco awake, but stopped when he reached the side of it. In sleep, Draco did not look like the insufferable, irritating person that he did the rest of the time. He looked peaceful, and also exhausted.
He felt bad about the thought of waking him. And yet he could hardly let him sleep there, in his bed. If he did, then Percy would have to sleep on the floor! And that just wouldn't do. Plus, when Draco eventually woke up, he would surely find some way to blame this on him.
He sighed and almost ran his fingers through his hair, but stopped himself, because he didn't want to dishevel his hair. Instead, he sat down on the edge of the bed. "Draco," he said again, not loud but not quite, and definitely insistant. "Draco, you have to wake up. This isn't your room and it's nearly curfew."