It was a cold dark night. It was quiet for miles, not even any owls screeching. It was just me and Draco in that long and very beautiful moment. Although the it was so cold, I didn't feel it, not when I was with him anyway, the warmth of his skin against mine felt like a large cocoon of just us. The school year was just about to start, only months ago I found my letter underneath my old doormat, and was absolutely shocked. I honestly never thought I'd get in to Hogwarts, but I did, and that's how I'm here now. I met him when I was buying all my school stuff and I saw a shock of blonde hair in front of me in a store line and when he turned I instantly felt attracted to this beautiful boy.
Suddenly we could hear the village clock sound exactly twelve times. This was bad, very bad. Not only was I going to get into so much trouble for breaking my curfew I also had to rush back to the muggle world. Draco doesn't know I'm a muggle, and I don't want him to because it will most definitely taint our relationship but I will eventually tell him at the exact moment when I know it's right.
I already knew I was in trouble. The lights were on and from what I could see my parents were also very much awake and displaying their usual angry expressions. I am always in trouble, I'm like a lightning rod. As soon as I open the door I heard screams and shouts of my name and the usual " why did you stay out so late", "you could've gotten hurt" and so on.
By the time I managed to escape the usual torment I was up in my room lying in bed, but I couldn't sleep, and I'm not going to say for some reason and be to general about it because you are probably guessing why I couldn't sleep. I'll give you one word: Draco. I kept replaying the night over and over in my head, each time I played it the more I loved him, the more I loved the thought of us.
Soon enough I was asleep dreaming about Draco and what was to come...