My Sleepy Brain... Help?

Alright, the plot bunnies have been wrangled...

Harry pulled out of the bodies around him, having to smooth the people sleeping. He had to pee, and he couldn't exactly do that with the seven bodies on and around him. He luckily knew an expansion charm, having needed it for his bed, but that didn't mean it wasn't a little cramped. His slaves had apparently been very worried when he vanished for the week, and were all quite on edge. Dumbledore was still out there, he wasn't dead, and so he supposed the were justified in their concern. Still he was the master, and they were going to listen to him... at least somewhat. He sighed as he finished relieving himself, before washing his hands and going back to bed. As he walked in he saw one of them sitting up, "Tom, are you alright?" Harry whispered. Tom nodded, before extracting himself of the mess of limbs. He lands on top of Harry, who pulls him out of the room. Harry begins walking him to Tom's bedroom, once inside they both sit on the bed. "Tom, what did we say about lying? Hmm?" Harry asks quietly, Tom replies, "That it would result in punishment. I'm not exactly lying though, I am fine. I just had a bit of a nightmare." Harry nod's understandingly, before pulling Tom to him. "It's ok, it wasn't real, whatever it was." Harry states quietly. Tom nods, before yawning, Harry smiles before lying down and pulling Tom with him. He covers them both, before falling back asleep. Thankful to be back home.