He snickered to himself as he remembered his Mother looking at him and Hermione reproachfully after it had happened, whereas his Father had laughed along with Rodolphus, Severus and Lucius. He shrugged, besides he always had the defence that his Father had been worse than them at their age, Tom Riddle had already thought through his plans and started his study into the Dark Arts at 12. Although he didn't think his Mother would accept that defence easily. Sighing he shook his body to wake himself up, the need to get to the bathroom was getting stronger, he tried to stand up on the bed to climb over the bodies unfortunately it didn't work out as planned. His arms flapped wildly in the air as he stepped on Blaise’s leg and tumbled down landing on Draco right where it hurts the most, he then clamored over the girls and hit the floor hard before making a dash to the small adjourning bathroom. "Harry!" Blaise cried out angrily as he rubbed his leg while Draco’s scream had tapered off into soft whimpered as he clutched himself. "Sorry!" Harry yelled as he unzip his pants hurriedly as apparently he had forgotten to change before sleeping the night before. "What's going on?" Daphne’s sleep deprived voice asked as she poked her head up from the bundle she was wrapped in, her baby blue eyes blinking blearily, her blonde hair in a disarray.