Headache ringing in his ears, Dean rolled over. Rolled over only to find he was still at the Malfoy Manor. Still in his swim shorts. Probably with jello embedded in his hair
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Draco had woken up in his bed, absolutely hung over and cross eyed. Beneath his arm was the sleeping form of a ravenclaw girl who's name he couldn't recollect. She lay sprawled, buck ass fucken naked as the sunshine and barely covered in a sheet, vaguely snoring with her gob gaping open. Draco's stomach turned.
He recoiled, taking his arm off of her and sitting up with great difficulty. He pulled the black curtain and blinked against the light. Standing, slowly now, he stumbled away from the sleeping girl and made for his bathroom. Quickly relieving himself and- thank Merlin- not puking as he thought he would, he shuffled his feet back into his bedroom and tripped on a pair of fuzzy green slippers.
"Bollocks!" He breathed, and now on the floor he shoved his cold feet into those slippers. He heard a call from just outside of his door and paused, collecting his voice.
"Wot??" he had to close his eyes to make the sound, still on his bum on the carpet. The ravenclaw in his bed had turned, still sleeping.
Draco had just remembered the catastrophe with his parents the previous night and that they were just down the hall, probably able to hear them if they were awake as well.
"Err- hang on! Who is it?" He stalled as he scrambled to his feet, closing the curtain of his bed. He searched about his floor frantically until he found his long discarded, inside-out jeans. He kicked off the slippers and pulled the trousers up over his hips with a button and zip. He put the slippers back on, a bit stupidly, and looked quick in one of the mirrors on his wall. He ran a hand through his ruffled sex hair and made for the door, unlocking it.
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He recoiled, taking his arm off of her and sitting up with great difficulty. He pulled the black curtain and blinked against the light. Standing, slowly now, he stumbled away from the sleeping girl and made for his bathroom. Quickly relieving himself and- thank Merlin- not puking as he thought he would, he shuffled his feet back into his bedroom and tripped on a pair of fuzzy green slippers.
"Bollocks!" He breathed, and now on the floor he shoved his cold feet into those slippers. He heard a call from just outside of his door and paused, collecting his voice.
"Wot??" he had to close his eyes to make the sound, still on his bum on the carpet. The ravenclaw in his bed had turned, still sleeping.
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"Err- hang on! Who is it?" He stalled as he scrambled to his feet, closing the curtain of his bed. He searched about his floor frantically until he found his long discarded, inside-out jeans. He kicked off the slippers and pulled the trousers up over his hips with a button and zip. He put the slippers back on, a bit stupidly, and looked quick in one of the mirrors on his wall. He ran a hand through his ruffled sex hair and made for the door, unlocking it.
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