The hours had passed by in a blur, Draco having not given the time a second thought ever since Potter joined him in the study. It was only when Potter got up and announced that he was going to bed that Draco glanced up at the clock he had on one of his shelves, cursed but at least it ran on time, and realised just how late it had gotten while he had been reading.<br/>It was only then the weariness of the day really set into his body, making Draco realise just how tired he was and how much he had been straining his eyes from reading. Despite the study being fairly well lit, the darkness of the night seemed to seep in everywhere at the manor, something that Draco had gotten used to, but it still made him tired.<br/>“Right,” he stated, unsure if it would be weird if he went together with Potter, finding that it broke the mould of what their relation had been so far. “It’s late.”