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I blinked. Why is it so bright? I opened my eyes squinting, trying to remember where I am. The astronomy tower.

I'm on the ground. At the side of the astronomy tower. The floor is hard and cold, but I have a robe on me covering me like a blanket, and I have an arm holding me, around my waist.

Draco Malfoy's arm is holding me. He's sitting up against the wall, but still asleep. The sun is hitting his face in the right way, making his hair look like it's almost made of gold.

Why in fucking hell is Draco Malfoy's arm holding me. Why am I still here.

School. Class. I sit up jolting awake. He shifts, before opening his eyes.

"What time is it?" My voice strains. I can't walk into class late, with Draco Malfoy. Apparently we both can't afford that.

I don't even know Hermione would say, or Harry, or Ron.

"It's only 6:15," he rubs his eyes, "I can't handle your grouchiness this early."

"I'm not grouchy." I stand up to see the sun has barely been up.

Pinkish, purple colors swirl around clouds distant clouds only bringing me back to the reality that I spent the night out on the astronomy tower with him.

How can I be so irresponsible? How did no one find out? I could've gone back down if I wanted to but I still stayed.

"Calm down, we'll be fine." His raspy, quiet voice breaks me out of my panic as I was standing by the rail looking out.

I grab my robe off of him that he was using as a blanket and shake it as if to push his scent of vanilla and cologne off.

I quickly put it on and motion for him to get up.

He chuckles slightly at my panic, "Seriously no ones even up out of dorm as yet we have time."

"Hermione gets up everyday at 5:30." I state pulling my hand away from his. He falls slightly back into the ground and scrowls.

"Shut the fuck up about Granger."

"Oh my god, just get up."

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We hurry into the Slytherin common room, but before I can walk in he pulls me aside.

"You do remember last night right, nothing happened." His voice low, almost a growl, against my ear.

Nothing happened?

"What do you mean?"

"I tried to wake you. You wouldn't get up."

This jogs my memory.

Oh fuck. I wouldn't get up. I wanted him to lay down next to me. To hold me. I'm the reason Draco Malfoy was holding me. I was hallucinating, half awake and half asleep.

But still. So fucking embarrassing.

"You could've hexed me awake."

"Why would I hex you awake?" He asks like I'm stupid.

"I would rather be hexed than wake up like that again, Malfoy. I wasn't myself."