Monday, December 5th ~ Morning
Draco watched the sun creep through the gap in the curtains, turning to look at the clock by the bed. Ten in the morning?!? This better work, it's too bloody early to be awake. Grabbing the smaller blanket he had placed at the foot of the bed the night before, Draco pulled the bed coverings over his head as he sat cross legged at the side while hunching over. Pulling a pillow under to elongate the shape of the lump from the outside, he sat in wait for his prey.
A whole week. This is ridiculous. Next time I run around chasing something and hollering for Winky, it better be attached to a man.