𝐁𝐎𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐘 || 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 - Chapter 11: Chapter 11

it was becoming a routine at this point. rolling around in bed, getting tangeled in the sheets in your dorm, begging whoever's there to let you sleep. it wasn't like you weren't tired, you were exhausted out of your mind. it was almost if your body had rebelled against you.
you roll over onto your side, yet again. this had been the fourth night in a row this had been happening. an alarm clock on your nightstand facing you read:
2:46 a.m
you were fed up at that point. you roll out of bed, slipping on a pair of slippers that remus bought you for christmas, to avoid hogwarts ice cold wood floors, and headed for the boys dormitory's.
the first thought that came to your head was, 'if anyone knew how to fix this, it would be james' he was constantly full of energy and bouncing off the walls, but always managed to have a balanced sleep schedule. you were jealous of it, honestly.
you knocked at james' door three times, and were greeted with a messy ball of dark hair, and tired eyes. when he realized it was you, he straightened up a little, fixing the hair that had fallen in front of his eyes.
"y/n/n? why are you awake?" he asks groggily.
"i couldn't sleep." you reply, crossing your arms over your chest due to how cold the dormitory halls could get.
"alright, come lay with me then." he offered.
"really? are you sure?" you ask him.
"of course, come on." he says, a smile falling over his face. he opens the door a little wider, and leads you in.
"can i make you tea or anything? he offers. he looks around his room as if something in there would help you fall asleep. the room consisted mostly of posters from different quidditch teams, some messy papers, and books.
"no, that's alright. do you think you could er- just lie down with me?" you ask nervously.
"of course." he replies sweetly.
you crawled into the warm bed sheets that smelt like him and his cologne. you felt a pair of sleepy arms wrap themselves around your waist, pulling your back towards james' chest.
warm breath trickles against your ear, "is this okay?" he whispers. you smile to yourself, and thank god he can't see. "more than okay." you reply, snuggling into the warm bed with him.