When you flutter your eyes open, the first thing you notice is not the sunlight slipping through the curtains, but the warmth pressed firmly against your back. You can feel the steady rhythm of a chest rising and falling behind you, and strong arms wrapped securely around your waist.

You shift faintly and the arms around you tighten instinctively. A soft smile curves your lips as you murmur, “Dray… when did you come here? I didn’t hear you.”

Draco stirs.. “At three a.m. I couldn’t sleep, love.”

You tilt your head back slightly and brush your fingertips against the skin of his arm. “Why didn’t you wake me?” you ask softly.

His breath grazes your ear as he replies, barely more than a whisper. “You looked so peaceful.”

You roll onto your back to catch sight of him. “Well, good morning, pretty boy. I’m glad you’re here.”

He shifts closer, draping one leg over yours. “Can we skip class today?” he asks, his tone playful yet genuine as if he’s hoping you’ll indulge him.

You can’t help laughing and shaking your head. “Nope. We don’t want your dad thinking I’m a bad influence.”

At that, he lets out a low chuckle and presses his forehead against yours. “You’re right,” he admits.

You wriggle slightly in his arms and whisper, “If we don’t get up, we’ll be late.”

Draco groans softly and buries his face in your shoulder. “Let them wait. I have everything I need right here.”

You roll your eyes affectionately and pry his arms off you just enough to slip out of bed. Behind you, Draco props himself up on an elbow and watches you.

“You really are trouble,” he says.

You glance back at him. “And yet, you still sneak into my dorm at three in the morning.”

He doesn’t deny it. Instead, he gets up and walks over to stand behind you. He rests his chin on your shoulder while you finish getting dressed. You see his reflection in the mirror alongside yours: tired, but content, with a rare softness that makes your heart flutter.

“Are you sure you don't want to skip class?” he pouts.