As the night wore on and the Slytherin common room grew quiet, Y/N found herself overcome with exhaustion. The events of the day had left her drained, and soon, her eyelids began to grow heavy with sleep.
Draco watched with a soft smile as Y/N's breathing grew slow and steady, her head drooping slightly as she drifted off into a peaceful slumber. He knew that she needed rest, and so, with gentle care, he shifted her weight onto his shoulder, cradling her head against him.
With Y/N nestled against him, Draco felt a sense of contentment wash over him, a warmth spreading through his chest as he gazed down at her sleeping form. He couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of her peaceful expression, her features softened by the glow of the firelight.
And so, with Y/N in his arms, Draco allowed himself to succumb to the embrace of sleep, his head resting against hers as he drifted off into dreams filled with visions of a future bright with promise.
In that moment, as they lay together in the quiet stillness of the Slytherin common room, Draco and Y/N knew that they were exactly where they were meant to be – together, in each other's arms, surrounded by the warmth and love that had brought them together. And as they slept, their hearts beat as one, their dreams intertwined in a tapestry of love and devotion that would endure for all eternity.
