"Back into divination?" he teased. In truth, he did want to fall asleep, but knew it would upset his wife. Wasn't is a strange world? A world where Draco Malfoy put someone else's feelings before his own.
"Old people always love you because you love them," Draco echoed slowly, examining his hands. "That's not exactly how I thought you'd end that sentence. I thought you'd say old people love you because you convince them you can tolerate their repetitive stories and stale cookies." Sitting on the edge of his bed, he took off his shoes and kicked them off to the side. "What time is it in London?" he asked, not caring to figure it out himself.