"I would prefer that." And the tone suggested it was less a preference and more so a mother's command to her son. She wouldn't be able to sleep if Draco was in that household during the moon. If something went wrong and Draco was hurt or worse, bitten? It would be the end of his life!

She took a slow breath then stood up slowly. "...we should both get to bed." But she came over, looking at her son, and reached over to touch his cheek lightly. A faint smile touched her lips. "Sometimes, it's difficult to believe you've grown up into a young man. Someone your father and I are proud of."