A prompt from the Tumblr of MrBenzedrine

#3
someone's in your character's bed. They aren't welcome there, but they refuse to leave.

"He's utterly wasted isn't he." the blond wizard mumbled to his girlfriend.

"I think sitting in a bar taking shots with me would do that to a man yes. Although he is a lightweight compared to me. He only had seven compared to my 15." The woman slurred next to him, wobbling towards a chair.

"But why is he here in our bed? Why didn't he go home to Lavender or whoever it is right now?"

"Because," she waved her arms as to explain it better, "I'm drunk and he's passed out, I couldn't have just left him there!"

"So you're basically telling me he either sleeps it off here or I am going to have to drag him to his house? For Merlin's sake it's the third time this month! Are you sure your friend doesn't have a drinking problem, love?"

"I don't think he does, he's just worried about his relationship with Lavender." She muttered to him while trying to take of her heels. "Are you going help me get this death trap off my foot or are you just going to stand there staring at Ron, hoping he'll catch on fire?"

He walked towards the armchair where she had given up trying to untie the fine laces of her killer heels. He flicked his wand and the shoes were off, headed towards the closet where all the others were kept.

"Can I at least try to wake him up this time or do I still have to be nice to him? Because I'd like someone much more appealing, than Weaslebee, on that mattress."

Catching on very quickly in her drunken state she started poking Ron with her toe to wake him up but that only caused him to start grumbling and muttering something incoherent. Draco tried shaking him but to no avail and then conjured some water headed towards the redheads face. The liquid spilling on his face got him to open his eyes and sit up quite quickly.

"What the bloody hell, let me sleep for a minute, will you!" he still mumbled but this time it was understandable. As he laid his head back on the pillow Malfoy drawled, "You do notice that you're not at your own house right, you're at the manor. And as I know there are other bedrooms I would wish to preserve mine for my own purposes."

"Seems as if that's not making him leave," Hermione mentioned while plopping herself on the bed and summoning him to her with a crooked finger. "I think we'll have to go to drastic lengths to get him out of here," she said with a Malfoy worthy grin on her face. She caught the end of his tie in her hand, pulled him closer and started kissing him.

"Granger… I don't think… This is the right… Way to get him out of here either." he muttered between kisses, but the witch caused him to lose his balance so he dropped right between Weasley and his girlfriend. "This wasn't exactly the situation I was hoping to find myself in tonight…. Or ever."

But alas Ron was still soundly sleeping in their bed even though the ferret was lying so that Weasley's hand was under him.

"Sweetheart I don't think he'll wake up anytime soon. I think if you're getting a bit frisky we should find another room."

Another smirk appeared on her face when they were suddenly in one of the guestrooms of Malfoy Manor.

It's not exactly fitting the prompt but I hope it's at least a good enough one-shot.