I opened my eyes and saw Draco next to me.
I smile. "Dude, what the hell!"
"What?" He smiles back innocently.
"Don't play innocent with me," I grin. "How long were you in my bed?"
"Technically, it's my bed, as this is my house."
"Big difference. You avoided my question.... How long did you sleep with me? I swear to God if you say all night-"
Draco waggles his eyebrows. "That's for me to know and you to guess," he looks at me with a guilty smile on his face.
I try to form words to describe this. Happy, I guess? But also surprised and angry. "Draco, dammit! It's too early for that..."
I look at him. "Said me. And most people who have been in a relationship for two days."
"I could be dead tomorrow, and you'd be happy I did that."
"What are the odds of that actually happening?"
"Slim." He shrugged. "But what are the odds of a man deciding to create seven Horcruxes and finding a prophecy that states that a boy will die at his hands or him at the boy's hands?"
"Good point." I was drained of all fight.
"Ha." He says, smirking in victory.
"Now get out." I pointed at the door. "I need to change."
He smirks at me one last time, and walks out the door, slamming it loudly behind him.
I sigh, opening the closet. Shit. All my things was still at Grandmother's. "Draco!" I yell.
The door opens. "What?"
"Everything of mine is still at Mari's."
He shrugs. "And?"
"Well, I need my things! Can we go get them? Please?"
He groans. "Fine. But borrow some of my clothes for now. They should fit."