Draco opened his eyes, staring unseeing at the ceiling. His full lips opened in a yawn, his hand automatically covering his mouth, showing off for whoever wanted to see his classy, educated and gracious upbringing. He groaned, not feeling even a bit humored by the fact that it was – and not even the happiest of the thoughts could make that statement less true – still morning. He dreaded mornings.
He closed his eyes one more time, praying silently for whatever God up on the skies that would let him stay another five minutes in peaceful half-awake state without having one of the maids to come and shake him out of bed.
His prayers were, of course, unsuccessful.
It was mere seconds away, but the tiny, slow - and still assured - knock came unbidden and sounding thirty times more loudly in his ears than it would at a decent time of the day – or, at least, a decent time after 11 A.M.
He groaned once more.
The maid took the sound for what it was, entering the room, not caring the least If the boy – almost man, he would have objected – felt troubled by her appearance.
She walked, bypassing the shirts and pants on the floor, doing an almost odd turn with her body not to bump with the – thing – hanging from the ceiling. She had yet to be sure of what that thing was. At least it wasn't a body, she assured herself. Coming to a halt in front of the window, she took her wand, muttering a well-used and always-present spell. Suddenly, there was light. Not a bit preoccupied with the spiteful swearings from the blond teen, she stopped by the end of Draco's bed, glaring, her hands on her hips and her voice menacing as she hissed the words, even though her face was a mask of angelic calmness.
"Get your ass off this bed this instant, Draco Malfoy. Or else" she let the phrase hanging in on itself, sure that the meaning she was trying to convey would catch up with the sleeping blond.
Not waiting for an answer, she stalked – yes, that was certainly the right word for what she was doing – to the door, missing a shoe thrown at her head from the bed by a split second.
The shoe collapsed against the wood, and the boy – man! – on the bed looked up, his brown lightly creased, and huffed in annoyance "Well, closer than last time" he said, and promptly turned on his side, falling asleep again.