It’s one of those typical mornings since you started seeing Draco Malfoy. Yes — that Draco Malfoy. Somehow you’ve ended up with the most talked‑about boy in Hogwarts. Sunlight streams through the tall windows of the dormitory, painting the room in a soft glow.

You stir, still half‑asleep, stretching and yawning. Draco lets out a low chuckle at the sight, clearly amused by how endearing you look when you’re just waking up. He reaches out and runs a hand through your hair, fingers trailing lightly as he draws you closer.

“You’re impossibly cute like this,” he murmurs, a teasing smile playing on his lips. “I could just stay here with you all day." You manage a sleepy grin.

“You know we’re supposed to meet my parents today, Dray,” you mumble.

Draco groans dramatically at the reminder, rolling his eyes with mock despair.

“Don’t remind me,” he says with a smirk. “I’d rather stay here than go anywhere.”