Disclaimer: you know the drill
I'm not quite sure how it happened.
I'm not quite sure how anything really happens when it comes to a Malfoy.
I woke up this morning in an unfamiliar bed, with a pair of strong, pale arms wrapped around my waste, under green and silver satin sheets, surrounded by black walls.
My eyes were blurry, my whole body sore, and I couldn't remember a thing. Then I turned around and saw his face and it all came back to me.
I watch the blonde for a few minutes, making sure he was still sleeping, before carefully slipping out of bed. My clothes were no where to be seen, so I searched his closet for something that looked like it would fit me, choosing a pair of tight black slacks and an even tighter button down shirt, the silver buttons shining a little from the rising sun coming in from the open window.
I started to make my way out the door when something caught my eye, a thick black book, old and worn, that was so out of place surrounded by nothing but fine and expensive things. Opening it almost caused me to jump.
A picture of my potions teacher smiling, such a strange expression for the man, was taped to the first page, the next was another, this time he had his normal gloomy façade.
Flipping through it there was nothing but pictures of him.
I shook my head, another thing about this family I would probably never understand.
None of my business anyways, I guess.
I grabbed a sheet of paper and scribbled down the words:
"it never happened- Harry", then walked out the door.
Messing with that man was such a mistake, that damn Lucius Malfoy.