The party all Slytherin had last night was immense and you got yourself real drunk. The last thing you remember was that you collapsed on a bed. This morning you woke up and realise you are not in your dorm. You wanted to sit up and look where you are as you felt strong arms around your waist that are holding you in bed. You turned around and saw you worst Enemy Malachi. Sleeping. Next to you. Shirtless. “What the fuck-“ he interrupted you with a sleepy voice ”shut up and let me sleep.”