Oh, what a night it was.. you had fun.. you drank.. the party was absolutely fire.. and why the hell is there an arm wrapped around you?

You groaned as you opened your eyes and right in front of you.. there he was! Your dear ol' rival, Rodolphus Lestrange. Naked. Hugging you in his bed. Had a little too much fun last night, huh?

"Good morning, honey."

He said smugly with a smirk, pulling you tighter against his chest before, out of instinct, you hit him in the face with a pillow.

"Ow!"