Draco Malfoy had been quite busy with Harry at the moment, on top of him and snogging each other. Might have gone farther. Often did. Felt so warm with him and comfortable. He had only had on his pajama pants left on by then. But now he was instantly standing in a room, seemingly a birthday party. "Oh, bloody hell," he mumbled, immediateoly searching for Harry whom he hoped was close by.