"Lena? Lena, wake up!" What? What was going on? It didn't feel like time to get up yet. I opened my eyes. It was Draco. Shit, shit! What was he doing there?! And, more importantly, how could I get rid of him?!
I glanced at the alarm clock. It was half six in the morning.
"Draco…" I tried to sound calm, despite my crankiness from lack of sleep, and the fact that he is the last thing I want to see first thing in the morning.
"What?" he looked interested.
"Why are you waking me up at this unearthly hour?"
He grinned. Uh-oh.
"Well, I was thinking, since you're supposed to go to Diagon Alley today, I could come get you really early, and we could hang out and go to the party and stuff…"
"Tempting as that sounds…no." I leaned back and shut my eyes, as a very obvious hint. It didn't work, though.
"Oh, come on Lena…"
"Draco. It's very early. I'm still asleep. I don't want to go anywhere with you and I don't want to get in trouble with your mum and Andy."
He tried a more circuitous route.
"Why do you call her Andy?"
"Because by the time I've managed to say Andromeda I fall asleep. Which is what I'm doing now. Good night."
"No one else calls her Andy. It's weird, is what it is. You're weird. I don't know if I want to hang out with a weirdo…" Oh, please. How old was I? 5? Nothing, nothing in this world could make me jealous of his mates. I feel sorry for them, in fact. Eventually I threw a pillow at him, and he got the picture.