The morning after a night out with Pansy was always an unpleasant surprise to Draco. Luckily, he was blessed with basically never getting hungover, but it still takes a little remembering to know how he ended in his current position, and how to punish Pansy for putting him there.<br/>This time, he was luckily in his own bed, but the clothes spread on his floor suggested that he wasn't alone. Surely, he could remember the jock he had dragged home, and how annoying he had been whenever he opened his mouth. Or, that was, until he found more creative uses for that open mouth, and then he had been entirely okay. However, the details were slightly blurry, and he just hoped that this guy didn't expect them to be together forever or something stupid like that. It's always a mess with one night stands, and Draco honestly didn't have the time to be committed to anyone. He had to focus on his school after all.<br/>He groaned loudly, as he got out of bed, and grabbed a t-shirt and a pair of sweats. He stretched, and went to the kitchen to start brewing a pot of coffee. Even if his night guest didn't drink coffee, then he would at least offer. That was the polite thing to do.