Honestly you couldn’t really remember what happened.

Well, you had a bit of a flashbulb memory about last night; slytherin won both the quidditch and house cup this year and were celebrating in the common room. Loud music, drinking, smoking, much making out.

Draco was by your side all night, squeezing you, kissing you. He made sure to let everyone know you were his- he was possessive after all.

Then, you’d woken in his bed, clothed in his pyjamas. Your own were neatly folded beside the bed. Draco’s arms were right around you, his face buried in your neck so tight you wondered if he could even breathe.

“Don’t move” he groaned, head pounding from last night’s party. You were supposed to be getting the train back home today- it was summer after all. The end of your fifth year.

“Five more minutes” Draco’s hold around you tightened, and he sighed deeply. It was cute, weirdly enough. waking up beside him like this every day wouldn’t be a bad thing…