DRACO.

After the Ball, he wakes up with his head resting on your thighs in your bedroom.

Yule Ball

That night, you and your friends had fun. You were with your date, Viktor Krum, perfect romance straight out of books. On the other side, there was Draco, with his disdain, and his girlfriend Pansy. He hated you for being a Muggle-born. He made it clear he hated all Muggles. Nothing new.

But that night carries a detail, something that is a gap in your memory. The following morning, in the dimly lit room, with the sun almost rising, you find yourself with a headache. You look down to find simply Draco sleeping on your thighs, his hands resting softly on them, brushing against your dress. His clothes are all crumpled. You are in shock.

"Draco?!" you call him, attempting to wake him up.

"Heartbeat"
"I know you're nervous in the same room"
"Eyes meet"
"Nobody else should know what we do"

"I feel your eyes"
"Run down my spine"