It was a well known fact that there were few things dreaded more than being the first to wake up at a sleepover when you were a child. It was awkward, and a bit weird and even scary if you were the one staying at someone else’s house.
Draco found that this feeling only intensified in adulthood, apparently.
He sat up, his back resting against the wooden headboard, and pulled the comforter up to cover his private bits while being careful not to disturb his bedmate, who was sound asleep and actually snoring. He thought to use a silencing charm on her, but then remembered that he’d left his wand in the pocket of his pants, which he’d left in Granger’s kitchen.
What was he supposed to do now? He thought to himself. He hadn’t ever had a one night stand before, if that was even what this was (he secretly hoped it wasn’t) so he wasn’t entirely sure what the proper etiquette for such a thing was. Was he meant to leave? He didn’t exactly want to leave, though. Despite the fact that she was annoying and too loud and generally a pain in the ass, he rather fancied Granger and didn’t want to stop their ‘relationship’ here.
He’d been gently pursuing her for over a year. ‘Gently pursuing’ was his term for hanging by her desk at random points in the day to pick on her and piss her off, and sometimes grabbing a coffee with her after work. It wasn’t very romantic, and he was hardly known for his skills at being able to chat up women, but somewhere down the line, yesterday something had finally clicked.
Mind you, he wasn’t stupid. He knew the copious amounts of liquor in their systems had also paved the way for something to happen between them, but Merlin the way she’d looked at him had to mean this wasn’t some drunken shag never to be spoken of again, didn’t it?
She’d looked at him like he was mesmerizing or enchanting or some other frilly word he hadn’t ever used before but it made him electric.
The truth was, he liked Granger a lot more than he cared to admit, and he was nervous about what would happen when she finally woke up. A small part of him worried that perhaps she would see the faded dark mark on his arm and remember what a prick he’d been for such a long time and kick him out. He didn’t believe she would, though. He’d apologized for his past behavior towards the beginning of last year, when they’d begun working together, and she’d seemed to put the past behind her.
She hadn’t seemed to care last night, either, but then again she had done several shots of something called ‘Dragon’s Tongue.’ so perhaps her judgement had been slightly clouded.
Granger began to stir, and Draco gulped quietly in fear. She was going to beat him with the lion-shaped muggle clock on her bedside table, wasn’t she?
Instead, she slowly peeled open her cinnamon brown eyes, a soft yawn escaping her as she stretched her arms, and when her gaze settled upon his naked form she grinned sleepily.
"Hi," she said quietly, leaning forward to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, and Draco felt all of his anxieties melt away.
This was by far the best sleepover he’d ever attended.
this is lame and it took me like 2 weeks to post and it’s shitty and ooc but I dont even care bc I need mindless fluff to cleanse my soul