When Draco woke up the next morning he was feeling somewhat refreshed. He got out of bed and noticed that he wasn't wearing his pajamas…or anything else. 'That's odd,' he thought then he looked down at the bed and noticed Harry Potter lying there. "Gaa!" he yelled, not at all pleased to find Harry in the bed where he had been sleeping. 'Maybe I just wandered into his bed during the night, yes, I was just sleep walking,' but then he looked over at his undisturbed bed and knew that that could not be the case. 'Oh why can I never remember the events of previous days,' he wondered. During all this wondering Draco had wandered over to the mirror and was now combing his hair without even realizing it.
At this point, Harry woke up, rubbed his eyes and said, "Draco, you hair looks fine. Come back to bed."
"Gaa!" said Draco, for the second time that morning, "Umm…Harry did we sleep together last night?"
"If by sleep you mean 'have sex' then yes."
"Gaa!"
"Six times."
"GAA!"
"You must be pretty tired."
"Oh give me some credit, I can handle six times."
"Heh heh, apparently you don't remember. You also slept with Ron…"
"Gaa!"
"…Snape…"
"Sweet mother of God!"
"…And your Father…"
By this time Draco was weeping and muttering profanities like a depressed sailor.
"Oh come on, it's not so bad, at least you got to begin and end the day with me."
"You mean I slept with you on more than one occasion, it wasn't just an isolated incident that will never, ever happen again?"
"Yes."
Draco wept for about thirty-six minutes and then looked up, wiped his eyes and said, "Wait, how did you know about all those other people I slept with?"
"Let's just say I know a certain house elf who knows what's good for him."
