Pansy wakes Draco
Pansy dug around in her purse for her keys, while cheerfully imagining herself hexing the balls off her date. She considered stuffing them in his mouth as well - it would have the added benefit of having shut him up. The only way she had made it through the evening was by steadily inhaling those pretty pink cocktails. She couldn't remember what they were called anymore, but she thought the bartender at the restaurant might be her new best friend.
Her hand closed around the key, and she pulled it forth in triumph. She fumbled a bit, trying to get it in the lock. Her coordination always was the first thing to go.
Pushing open the door, she noticed that the flat was dark. Draco must have gone to bed, despite her note ordering him to stay up. Still, he must be tired, she thought. She might as well let him sleep. She could always punish him in the morning. She tried to creep quietly towards her own room, giggling at the absurdity of sneaking in drunk as if she were a teenager, and not days away from twenty-seven. Her good intentions were in vain, however, because she tripped over her own pair of heels, and stumbled heavily into Draco's door, letting out a loud string of curses.
Her hand closed around the key, and she pulled it forth in triumph. She fumbled a bit, trying to get it in the lock. Her coordination always was the first thing to go.
Pushing open the door, she noticed that the flat was dark. Draco must have gone to bed, despite her note ordering him to stay up. Still, he must be tired, she thought. She might as well let him sleep. She could always punish him in the morning. She tried to creep quietly towards her own room, giggling at the absurdity of sneaking in drunk as if she were a teenager, and not days away from twenty-seven. Her good intentions were in vain, however, because she tripped over her own pair of heels, and stumbled heavily into Draco's door, letting out a loud string of curses.