The soft glow of the moon filtered through the thin curtains, casting faint silver streaks across the room. You lay on the very edge of the bed. Behind you, a steady, even breathing filled the space—Draco’s.

“Of all the people to be stuck with…” you muttered under your breath.

“Careful,” Draco’s low, sarcastic voice cut through the silence. “You might hurt my feelings.”

You turned your head slightly, just enough to catch the outline of his smirking face in the dim light. He was sprawled comfortably on his side of the bed, one arm tucked beneath his head, the other resting lazily across his stomach. Of course, he would be perfectly relaxed.

“This isn’t funny,” you snapped, sitting up abruptly. “Why couldn’t we just swap with someone? Or—better yet—get a different room altogether?”

Draco raised an eyebrow, his smirk deepening. “Oh, I don’t know, perhaps because it’s the middle of the night and everyone else has already passed out? Besides, who would willingly trade with us? We’re not exactly a charming pair.”

You glared at him. “You mean you’re not exactly charming.”

“Right,” he drawled lazily. “Because you’re the epitome of pleasant company.”

Resisting the urge to hurl a pillow at him, you lay back down with a dramatic huff.

“Could you stop breathing so loudly?” you snapped after a minute.

“Do you want me to stop breathing altogether?” he quipped, turning his head to look at you.

“Don’t tempt me.”

He chuckled softly. “Relax. You might actually survive the night.”

You yanked the blanket closer to your chest and turned away, grumbling under your breath.

“Do you always toss and turn this much, or is that just for my benefit?” He said.

“Oh, shut up,” you groaned.

“Gladly,” he said, though you could hear the grin in his voice.

Minutes ticked by, the tension in the room ebbing slightly as exhaustion began to take over. Just as you felt yourself drifting off, Draco’s voice came again, quieter this time.

“For what it’s worth,” he murmured, “I don’t think you’re the worst person I could be stuck with.”