After a grueling day of dealing with Draco's antics during quidditch practice, he was relieved to be back in your embrace.

He’d been pushing himself, always striving to outperform the other houses' teams. The constant comments from fellow Slytherins about his half-blood status only fueled his desire to prove himself, even if it meant battling his own inner doubts.

"Missed you, love . . ." He murmured, utterly exhausted. He had exerted himself even more than usual today.

Stupid quidditch.