Draco Malfoy woke up to the sun shining brightly in his eyes, a mouth that tasted like old boots and a splitting headache. He was drenched with sweat and the blanket that was lying over the top of him felt like a furnace. He sat up slowly and ripped off his shirt to try and get some air on his hot, clammy skin. It wasn’t until he kicked off the sheets and noticed a foot sticking out that he realised he was not alone.