He fell asleep in her bed. Goddamn Adrian Pucey. She moved a bit and slid off her boots, taking off her bra, because what the fuck why not be completely naked. He still had his trousers on, and she pulled them off too and then brought the blanket back over the both of them before dousing the lights and closing her eyes.
After a moment she opened them again. Fuck. She reached out for her wand and muttered a contraception charm. With luck she'd have done it before his damn swimmers had a chance to do anything. In either case she really wasn't going to worry about it. The world had better things to do than torture her with a little Pucey. And she was at the wrong time anyway.
She closed her eyes, falling asleep eventually, her thoughts speeding all over the place. Goddamn he was a good fuck.