Dean is sitting up on his bed, drawing furiously on a large piece of parchment; pencils and crumpled papers litter the night table and floor. His body is still slightly damp from the showers, and he's only wearing a pair of blue track pants.

Alex comes in after stopping by the Hufflepuff rooms for a shower and to shed his robes and books. Wearing his torn up pair of loose jeans and a t-shirt. He toes his shoes off as he comes in. "Hey, baby." Looking and sounding worn out.

"Hey, love." he mumbles without looking up from his work, his brow furrowed in concentration. "Come sit."

Alex sinks onto the edge of the bed and rubs at his temples. "What'cha working on?"

Dean looks up from his paper as he hears the weariness in your voice. "Love? What's wrong?" he asks, leaning in to caress your cheek softly as he looks you over carefully.

"Long day at the office, dear." He chuckles and leans his head into your touch. "Just a rough day in general, after Theory class."

"Why, hun?" he strokes the side of your face gently with his fingers; his face full of concern. "What happened?"

Alex sighs and leans into the touch again, almost cat-like, then smiles softly at you. "Malfoy interviewed me today... and it went downhill from there. Sick first years at work and then it was snowing too hard to fly."

Dean frowns slightly. "He gave Seamus a pretty rough time yesterday, too." he sighs deeply and pulls you closer to him. "I'm sorry you had to go through that. hun."

"Oh...it's..." He sighs and lets you pull him close, leaning against your side. "It's okay. Just stressful."

"No, it's not okay. I mean...this is Malfoy we're talking about here after all." Dean wraps his arms around you protectively and kisses your cheek. "He creeps me out."

Alex nods and then slides a hand up to cup your hear, pulling your forehead against his head softly. "Me too. But at least it's over with." He cocks his head slightly to smile up at you. "Love you, hun."

"Love you too, angel." he whispers, still not convinced that you're totally okay. "Stay with me tonight, baby. I want to make sure you sleep well."

"Of course I will." He whispers, still smiling softly at you. The tension draining out of him slowly as he leans closer to your side. "I don't sleep well without you, anymore."

"Neither do I, hun." he admits freely. "My dreams about...him...are practically non-existent anymore. As long as you're with me, anyway." he smiles up at you almost shyly. "Besides, I'm totally hooked. You're like an addiction." he chuckles.

Alex chuckles and leans in to kiss your forehead, then slips out of your arms and slides down to lay on the bed, careful not to disturb your art supplies. "Well, better not keep you without me for very long, then. Withdrawals are awful."

Dean smirks up at you. "You're terrible...you know that? I'd like to see what you'd do without me for a week or two." he wrinkles his nose and sticks out his tongue at you playfully, picking up his parchment and pencils and putting them on the night table.

"I wouldn't." He says, smiling but completely serious. "I wouldn't want to ever see what I do without you for a week or two." He tugs at your arm when all the supplies are put away. "Come hold me."

Dean smiles at you sweetly, scooting up beside you and pulling a quilt up over both of them. He wraps his arms around you protectively again, drawing your body up against his own. "I love you, my angel." he whispers against your ear.

"Mm... I love you too." He smiles against you cheek and then turns to drop a kiss there, scooting closer and lopping an arm over your waist. "Just being around you makes me feel better."

"I'm glad." he whispers again, your words making him feel warm and content. "You do the same for me, you know? Just being around you always makes my problems feel a ton lighter."

"You know how glad I am that you're coming for hols with me..." He keeps his voice a whisper to match yours, felling warm in the moment and really just loving holding and talking to you.

"Mmm...I can't even describe how I felt when you asked if I wanted to go with you." he smiles, kissing your cheek softly. "Mum and Dad aren't big on holidays or anything. They're busy all the time." he sniffles slightly, looking rather thoughtful. "I'd like to take you to meet them though, over the hols."

"I'd love that." He turns his head to kiss the corner of your mouth. "Mum and Dad will love you though, and Mags already does.... It'll be a great Christmas." He snuggles into you.

"I don't think my parents will understand about us. Then again...they may be too busy to care much. I'm really hoping for the latter." Dean smiles again, embracing you tightly. "Can't wait to meet your family, though."

Alex frowns slightly, and hugs you tighter. "Well, if they don't understand...we'll make them." He smiles softly and kisses your shoulder. "Besides, I can deal with one tense day."

"They'll accept it, I'm sure. It's just introducing them to the fact that I'm bi...that might take'm by surprise." he smiles at you reassuringly. "Besides, I really dont care what their opinion is about us. I love you, and that's all that matters."

Alex nods against your shoulder. "Yeah, thats what matters." And drops another kiss to your cheek before leaning away. "You know... no one has ever made me feel as special as you do..."

Dean blushes and looks down. "That's because you mean everything to me, love." he whispers shyly.

Alex slides his hand and tips your head up with a finger under your chin, smiling and staring into your eyes for a few long moments before leaning in to kiss you, gently and loving.

Dean melts against you, his lips moving gently against your own. His arms tighten around your waist, pulling you flat up against him.

[And we had to go, but left them being all lovely and cuddly.]