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Did I just call him adorable?

Whatever, it's not like it's not true. He looked so peaceful and precious to be woken up, but I have to—and I also have to put my mask on and play the heartless vicious Draco Malfoy all over again. Potter had seen more than enough last night.

Third Person POV:

With a light shake on the other boy's shoulder, Potter slightly shifted, but still did not wake up. So Malfoy decided to try once again, this time harder, he shook him heavier, whispering his name maybe once or twice.

"For Salazar's sake. Wake up, Potter."

A few minutes have passed and Draco was still attempting to get Harry to wake up. He was fed up by now so he finally thought, fuck it.

"Wake the fuck up! Now!" He growled in a louder voice than before.

And with doing so, the dozed off boy immediately shot up, sitting on the bed, looking terrified for some reason. His eyes grew wide, as if he had no clue of when and where he was, and Draco couldn't help but chuckle a bit at the sight.

"Malfoy. I- when did y- how- okay what is going on?" He asked, utterly breathless at this point. His hair was a complete mess, and when I say mess, I mean mess.

"You should've seen your face, Potter." Sighed Malfoy, smirking. "Oh and don't ask. I don't bloody know either. I just woke you up for classes, it's not like I care though."

"What the bloody hell happened last night? I- " He sighed, placing his palm on his forehead. "I can't remember quite well." He paused, his eyes falling on drawer next to them, meeting the sight of a half-drunk bottle of Vodka, and a plastic bag filled with only a few colourful tablets—in which he immediately caught on that they had gotten high by consuming most of them. "Oh dear." He finally muttered under his breath. Draco did not utter any word, he just sat back with zero expression. "I-I have to go."

And with that, Harry got up and exited the room without further speech.

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"Harry James Potter!!!! May I ask where have you been ALL night?!?" Came the shrieking voice of Hermione as soon as Harry stepped foot in the Gryffindoor common room. She was coming down the stairs, with Ron following her, both having a disappointed look plastered on their faces (mostly Hermione since Ron was barely even awake). "Seriously Harry! Explain yourself please."

Harry was utterly thankful that the three of them were the only ones in the common room, although it was a bit odd. He finally took his other step in and shut the large door behind him, still not making eye contact with his friends—he was too embarrassed to do so. What will they think when they find out that he had spent the night in Malfoy's dorm, ON HIS BED, after attempting to babysit him since he was on drugs, but then for some god damn reason he somehow got high too?
A small sigh escaped his mouth.
"I'm sorry, if I had the chance to tell you where I headed off last night I would've done so."

"Where even were you?!"

"Listen, I don't have time to explain now, there's ten minutes left for breakfast. I'll get ready and then I'll explain everything down there. I promise."

Hermione looked like she wanted to protest but then she just nodded briefly in response. She grabbed Ron by the arm and they both walked passed him and left the common room to head to the great hall.

Harry immediately ran upstairs, trying to focus on getting ready and going downstairs in time—but it was pretty hard not to overthink every second of last night. But anyways, he still managed to look half decent in order to face everyone down there. His mouth was severely dry and he was completely light-headed. Plus, he hadn't had the time to properly tidy up his hair, which he thought was okay, since it looked messy either way.

He finally exited the common room and made his way into the great hall. He tried his best not to make eye contact with anyone down there, especially not Malfoy—although he couldn't help but wonder if the blonde was still in his dorm or not.
He shrugged it off and took his usual seat next to Hermione, who kept eyeing him since the second he sat down, as if she was extremely eager for him to explain.

"So? Are you going to tell me where you ran off to last night on our first day or not?"

"Yes, yes. I wi-"

Harry was cut off to professor McGonagall's slightly trembling voice. She had taken the place of Albus as the headmistress, and Harry's heart ached a bit at the thought of his professor, now that his memory is back, but he also shrugged it off and remained his focus on what Minerva had to say.

"Attention all dear students. Before we begin our wonderful feast together, I would like for us to all welcome a new seventh year student." She paused, peering at the end of the great hall, then proceeded.
"Everybody, this is Lucien De Martel."