Draco poked a little at her cheek. Insufferable twit. First, he'd been forced to sit with her because there was no more room on the train - he wasn't sure where her so-called friends were - and then she'd had the gall to fall asleep. On him. Oh, probably she hadn't meant to, he'd give her that. She just as easily could have tilted toward the window instead of onto him.

He poked her again, with no response, and sighed to himself. The last thing he wanted was to see people come in on them like this. Once her friends caught up with them, he was likely to get another punch in the eye. At the same time, it was nice and quiet and as soon as she found out she'd fallen asleep on him, she was likely to create a ruckus...and punch him in the eye.

So instead, he settled back in his seat and closed his eyes. He was tempted to tilt his head and lean against hers. It would be more comfortable. But it would also be harder for her to slip away with both their dignities intact, so he left his head where it was and hoped she woke up soon.