Draco Malfoy, your classmate. Who was currently passed out in the common room. His softly combed blonde hair all messy, his head between two cushions, all sleepy. On his stomach. If he wasn’t a total bastard, you would’ve thought he was cute, all innocently lying there with a soft baby face.

Crabbe and Goyle sat on the other couches, talking softly because they knew if they woke him up, they’d no longer be living.