You awaken to find yourself surrounded by the comforting glow of the familiar green light in the underground Slytherin dormitory. The afterparty to celebrate the victory of the Quidditch match, must've left everybody too exhausted to care why a Ravenclaw like you was here. Noticing the empty poster-beds, you thought that the rest of the Slytherins had probably left for breakfast. You turned to face your sleeping boyfriend, Clyde, you remembered the proud look on his face when he successfully caught the snitch, you couldn't help but smile. His eyes gently fluttered open, meeting yours. "Good morning, sleepyhead." "Mornin'." A yawn escaped him as he gracefully stretched his body, imitating the languid movements of a cat. "we missed breakfast." "Oh, did we?" He feigned a sigh of disappointment as he wrapped his muscular arms around you. You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his nonchalant manner. "we are going to be late for class." "so? it's only Transfiguration." "well you don't want to upset Professor McGonagall more than you did this year."