"You'll be the death of me."

11 (Parsel Tongue) - edited

Draco's POV

I woke up with a slight headache and sleepily decided against having a run today. Not keen on being awake this early, I scoot further into my bed pulling the covers higher over my chest. I close my eyes trying to fall back asleep letting my head lull to one side, although due to my rearrangement I feel something heavy lean into my chest. My eyes snap open and I'm greeted with long tufts of black hair practically poking me in the eyes, glimpses of memories from last night return and I sigh, leaning back and just deciding to go back to sleep. I can't be bothered arguing this early in the morning. After about 10 minutes of trying to relax enough to sleep I try to stretch my arm out under Potter, the uncomfortable cramped up position between us holding me back from sleeping. I manage to slip it beneath his neck without waking him and eventually fall back asleep.

My eyes flutter at the sound of a sharp click and a bright light invading my light sleep, I groan coming back to my senses and sit up on one elbow glaring in the direction of the noise. Sitting up causes Potter's head to drop off my chest and thump onto the mattress. I hear him groan, stirring in his sleep but he somehow stays peacefully unconscious, snuggling closer towards me. "You look nice and cozy," Pansy teases, I spot the camera in her hand and sigh. "Did you really need to take a picture?" I ask, I'm annoyed that she even came in here, "well duh, I have to be able to show Blaise." I run a hand through my hair annoyed that she was still here, "What time is it? I wanna go back to sleep." I ask still feeling groggy from smoking last night, "awh you just wanna cuddewl wiv Hawy some more don't you." she pouts her bottom lip talking in a baby voice, I just groan slumping back into bed and turning away from her. She laughs when Potter nuzzles against my back and I mentally groan, my throat still irritated from yesterday. "You've already missed breakfast so you probably only have like 20 minutes until classes start, Oh and we have defense against the dark arts first." She adds swinging the door closed behind her and finally leaving the room. I turn onto my back and run my hands down my face I may as well make an attempt to get up. I shake Potter slightly, "Potter," He groans and curls his hand into a fist rubbing his eyes. When he opens them and finally comes to his face turns into one of shock and confusion. "What the fuck am I doing in your bed?" I chuckle. His voice is deep and groggy with sleep, "You got in here yourself last night, said you were cold." I reply sitting up, looking down at him, "What time is it?" He asks, closing his eyes again, "Time to get up, we have DADA in 20." I say pulling back the covers, He squirms reaching for the blankets. "It's so cold," He whines. I laugh and hop over him and out of bed, "I'm gonna shower if you're not ready by the time I get out I'll leave without you." "I need to shower though I smell like a swamp." "Go use Weasleys or something," I reply, turning and heading into the bathroom.

When I leave the bathroom Potter is pulling clothes out of his drawers and laying them out on his bed. I walk to my own dresser pulling out a white tee shirt and plain gray sweatpants. I cling to the towel around my waist as I head back into the bathroom with my clothes for the day, slightly traumatized by the day before.

Harry's POV

I can't believe I slept in a bed with Draco fucking Malfoy, what got into me I mean obviously I was high but I never in my life imagined I would ever even consider such a thing. I groan and head down to Ron's dorm taking a quick shower leaving hurriedly with a towel around my waist. I took out my white long sleeve from the other day, fishing through my washing basket for it, I decided to layer it with a gray and black horizontally striped t-shirt and denim wide leg jeans. I lay it out on my bed hearing Malfoy come out of the shower behind me and then the door closing as he went back into the bathroom presumably to get changed. I change into my outfit and sit on my bed to do up the laces on my black converse. I clasp a silver chain around my neck going lighter on the rings today so I don't overdo it. Malfoy comes out of the bathroom moments later in his sweatpants and a plain tee shirt, a lot more casual than usual but it suits him so I'm not complaining. "Come on Potty," He says, making his way to the door and slinging my bag over my shoulder, I stand up and follow him out. "Does Blaise have our wands in his bag? I couldn't find mine this morning," I asked slightly worried I'd have to go searching in the lake later on to find my wand. "Probably," He replies.