It wasn't too long before curfew, and Percy was in the washroom, cleaning himself up before bed. Washing his face and combing his hair and brushing his teeth and making sure his pajamas were in meticulous order, even though they would become rumpled during sleep. Well, he would just press them again come morning.
He had the water running when Draco came in, which was why he didn't hear the door opening and closing. He splashed cool water over his face and then looked in the mirror and sighed. The mirror had smudges on it, but he didn't have enough time to clean it before bed! It would haunt him all night long.
Heaving another sigh, he turned and left the bathroom, dimming the light as he did so. He made it halfway to his bed, shuffling along in his slippers and his stripped pajamas, before he froze. Someone was in his bed. Someone was curled up in a ball on his bed. With an oh too familiar blonde head.
"What on earth are you doing in my bed, Draco?" he demanded.