I hc dream as a slytherin and fundy as a ravenclaw. okay I said it.

"Lumos," Dream hissed. The light illuminated the dungeon corridor. He looked around wildly for the animagus that often crept within the shadows. Suddenly, a chill blew past his neck. Anyone else would assume it's just the usual cold from the dungeon interior, but Dream knew it was something— someone else. He turned around and immediately his lips were pressed against another pair, he smiled into the touch.

He brought his wand up as the two pulled away, looking down at the ginger with the mischievous grin. "It's about time you came out," he said.

Dream rolled his eyes. "Fundy, how did you get here so fast? You'd think someone would do a double take at a fox running from the west towers to the dungeons?" He questioned.

Fundy cut him off with pulling his head down into another kiss. "Shut up, you sound like Wilbur."

"What? You mean I'm not the only prefect that knows you've been sneaking out of your dorms after hours?"

Fundy chuckled, "yeah, you ain't special, Dreamy."

"I'm honestly hurt," Dream sighed. He grabbed Fundy's hand and whispered a short, "nox," letting his wand light to diminish.

And then the two were in darkness. "So, are you staying with me tonight or do I need to down a potion?"

Fundy hummed, pressing his head into Dream's robe. "I suppose I'll stay with you. But you're in charge of waking me up." He pointed. "Last time Tubbo caught me sneaking out and I ended up missing breakfast."

"Whatever, just transform already," Dream giggled. He turned as Fundy went back into the fox form, following Dream to the house entrance. The two slowly making their way to Dream's respective dormitory.

Though the room was quiet, the majority of Dream's roommates were passed out, besides Skeppy who usually stayed up late sending notes to his Gryffindor friends. The other Slytherin noticed the blond enter with the fox, a knowing nod and he blew out his candle.

Soon it was just Dream's side that held the little bit of light. Fundy had transformed back and pulled himself close to his boyfriend under the covers. Soft snores had already escaped him, in which Dream wondered if their late night meetings were beginning to start being a little too late.

He looked down at the animagus, his arm rubbing circles into his back. He decided he won't wake him up tomorrow morning. Choosing now that he'd much rather take some food early and bring for the other when he wakes up. He could use the rest.