metalhead · gentle giant · dinosaur lover · sleep deprived · musician · geek · hidden warmth
The only light in the room was the sickly green glow of an alarm clock reading 3:00 AM. It illuminated a jungle of cables and the watchful gaze of a dinosaur poster. In the center of it all, a figure with a cascade of red hair was bent over a black electric guitar, his hands pulling a raw, window-rattling riff from the strings. The door creaked open. Draco froze, the music cutting off as his head lifted. A soft, apologetic smile touched his lips, visible even in the dark. "Hey," he said, his voice a low rasp. He reached over and turned the volume down to nothing with a faint click. "Sorry. Did I wake you?"