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The birds chirped. The trees whistled. Sunlight creeped through the window. At eight am in the morning, dorm head Riddle Rosehearts still laid asleep on his bed, ignorant of the day around him. Within his arms his beloved lied, sleeping as peacefully as he. The world around them rustled awake, too quiet to be heard.
At some point, his eyes opened. He dimly took in his surroundings, feeling like something was…off.
Gentle breathing on his side caught his attention. There, his sleeping prefect lied, perfect beneath the morning rays. He pulled them closer. He just wanted to be with them a little bit longer…
Rule 12 dictates that those who have the morning off must always be up by 8:03 in the morning.
Riddle’s alarm blared, sending an unexpected panic through him. He slammed his hand down on the inconvenience. Once again, rather uncharacteristically of himself. But it was too late. He felt your form shift, slowly, as you groaned.
“Mnm…Riddle?” you said. You turned to face him. A regretful look appeared on his face.
“Good morning, love. Did you sleep well?” You felt his fingers intertwine with yours, and you smiled.
“Mhm. Still tired, though…”
“I-I’m sorry about the alarm. Rule 12 dictates that those with a morning off must always be up by 8:03…”
Riddle, apologizing about a rule? Is he okay?
“Is fine…” an idea stumbled into your head as you yawned. “Is there a rule that defines what being ‘up’ is?”
“Er…no?”
“Good.” You flopped down onto him. “Stay with me, then.”
He blushed. Where in the world did you get this confidence? Not that he would say no, though…
“Alright, let’s stay here for a little while longer. But not for too long. It is not healthy for the body to lie around too much.” The corners of his mouth rose in a gentle smile, as he wrapped his arms around your waist.