Blaise sighed with content, his shower had helped relax him, but he felt energized and renewed, and as he jumped into his best friend's bed, he grinned, he had found his mate, the one that was his better half, his soul mate, the missing puzzle piece to his soul.
And, as he suspected, once Draco entered the dormitory room, he was also wearing a shit-eating grin. That is, until he saw who, or rather what, was in his bed.
"What are you doing in my bed?!" The angel screeched, "Oh, I'm sorry, is this your bed? I didn't notice." He smiled innocently, enjoying the rise he was getting out of his best friend.
"Yea? Well now you know, so you can get the h-e-double broomsticks out of my bed!"
"Alright, alright, don't get your feathers in a twist!" The fallen angel responded as he slowly starts to get out of the now warm and comfy bed.
"Don't snag your tail on my bed either!"
Draco is a demonic angel and Blaise is a fallen angel. The two are surprisingly compatible with each other.
"So, I have a fiery redhead mate and you have a very protective moony -I mean that in the good way-"he said at Blaise's growl, "mate! If that's not an uneventful day, I don't know what is! Good night, Blaise." He said before muttering a quite "nox"
"Goodnight, Draco." The other boy smiled fondly as he too muttered a quite "nox" before falling asleep, having his ever-reoccurring nightmare of when he fell, but this time, his mate was in it, and it made him feel better, it was still a nightmare, but it was better because Luna was there.
O.O Hey, that rhymes!