A/N: I really liked writing this one. Modern AU.

Prompt: Hogwarts, soma. Hogwarts quote for inspiration was "Nothing like a night-time stroll to give you ideas", from chaoticlivi

Rating is T.

Maka woke up to the sound of pen scratching on paper.

Confused, she cracked her eyes open and turned to the source of the sound. There was her boyfriend hunched over his desk, scribbling madly over a piece of paper.

Well, that explained why the bed felt cold.

She blinked a few times and watched him. Finally she asked, "What are you doing?"

Soul jumped and whirled around to look at her, as much as he could while still sitting in his desk chair. "Um-" he looked back at whatever he was writing and then back at her "-I went to get a drink and then got an idea for a piece. I kinda had to write it down before I forgot it."

They looked at each other for a moment before she sighed, turned over so that she was facing away from him and the light of his desk lamp and pulled the quilt back up over her shoulder. "Fuckin' musician."

He choked and retorted, "Like you don't do this when you get a story idea!"

She snorted and looked at him over her shoulder. "At least I stay in bed so I can keep my whiny boyfriend warm."

She settled back down as he scoffed and drifted off back to sleep, tuning out the sound of Soul's creativity. She supposed this was what she got for dating a music producer. Though he did have a point, as a writer she sort of did the same thing.

A little while later she was jolted awake as he climbed back into bed with her.

"Sorry," he murmured when he met her bleary eyes. "Didn't mean to wake you. Again."

She shook her head. "'s alright."

He sighed and pulled her against his chest once she was settled. "Love you," he whispered and kissed her temple lightly.

"Love you too. I'll forgive you for waking me if you play the thing for me in the morning."

His chuckles rumbled in his chest and they soon drifted off to sleep, tangled up together nicely.

When he showed the piece in the morning, she couldn't help but blush.

He had named it Maka: A Lullaby for an Angel.