Emotional - 4) Lazy
1 - Accomplished
2/3 - Depressed/Thankful
79.
Lazy
You groan. You can feel a pressure against your stomach, it’s squeezing your sides. It’s not hard or heavy, but warm and almost comfortable. And you sigh as the pressure moves.
You hear his chuckle as you attempt to roll over, but he pushes your shoulders back onto the bed. Your eyes blink open in annoyance; all you want to do is sleep and embrace the pressure.
“Wake up, you lazy Gryffindor. Your roommates are waiting.” You understand what he means, but you make no effort to move, except to pull him down over you and kiss his cheek.
He fights and swears, complaining about how long it took to do his hair and how his clothes are going to be wrinkled, and you laugh and compliment him. He huffs and gives in and lies comfortably on top of you, his hands on your shoulders and in your hair.
You sigh and snuggle close and he insults you again, but there’s no fire behind it, and you lay there for a few more minutes. You mumble something about ‘sleeping’ and ‘sharing the bed’ and slowly begin to drift off. He is silent for a while before replying.
“What would your friends be thinking now? Will they come looking for you?”
You flush a deep red, and roll out of bed quickly; you don’t want to be caught snuggling up to your boyfriend, a Slytherin and Malfoy. You know you’ll never hear the end of it.
He smirks down at you and leaves and you yawn and stretch and ten minutes later you are walking side by side into Hogsmeade.
2/3 - Depressed/Thankful
79.
Lazy
You groan. You can feel a pressure against your stomach, it’s squeezing your sides. It’s not hard or heavy, but warm and almost comfortable. And you sigh as the pressure moves.
You hear his chuckle as you attempt to roll over, but he pushes your shoulders back onto the bed. Your eyes blink open in annoyance; all you want to do is sleep and embrace the pressure.
“Wake up, you lazy Gryffindor. Your roommates are waiting.” You understand what he means, but you make no effort to move, except to pull him down over you and kiss his cheek.
He fights and swears, complaining about how long it took to do his hair and how his clothes are going to be wrinkled, and you laugh and compliment him. He huffs and gives in and lies comfortably on top of you, his hands on your shoulders and in your hair.
You sigh and snuggle close and he insults you again, but there’s no fire behind it, and you lay there for a few more minutes. You mumble something about ‘sleeping’ and ‘sharing the bed’ and slowly begin to drift off. He is silent for a while before replying.
“What would your friends be thinking now? Will they come looking for you?”
You flush a deep red, and roll out of bed quickly; you don’t want to be caught snuggling up to your boyfriend, a Slytherin and Malfoy. You know you’ll never hear the end of it.
He smirks down at you and leaves and you yawn and stretch and ten minutes later you are walking side by side into Hogsmeade.