Jonathan could picture himself giving up his lifestyle for this women. But he didn't want to get his hopes up. He really didn't know if she only was doing this and was trying to break the playboy of his life. He could tell that she wasn't going to be like one of the other girls. And that is something that he was drawn to.

Nothing would ever happen to her as long as he was around. And he couldn't help but grin when she said that she loved angel better than kitten. “ I guess this makes you my angel then.” He smirked when a bunch of pickup lines came to his head because he was calling her angel. He could tell that her cheeks where flushes but she turned her eyes away.

She was telling him that if she wasn't drunk she wouldn't need his protection. “ No thank you angel I get to have you in my arms again.” He loved it when she thanked him. He then held on her tight as he apparted home. When he walked in that is when he went to his room. Jonathan placed her in his bed and covered her up. He then kissed her forehead but she was already asleep.

He then went and got some water and hangover potion and put on the bedside table. He then grabbed a throw and walked over to a chair and fell asleep. The next morning he was still sleeping in the chair, he hoped that she liked that he gave up his bed for her. And he didn't even try to crawl in bed with her.

Alcyone could only smile at him as he called her his angel. She wanted to correct him and let him know that she wasn't his angel, even though she liked the thought of it. She shook her head lightly. "Sure, whatever you say," she grinned at him, rubbing at the back of her neck as she stifled a yawn of exhaustion.

Alcyone blushed again, but she took a breath and the blush faded away. She clung to him tightly as he carried her up the stairs, feeling slightly sick and dizzy from apparating. She let her eyes drift shut and just let her body go lump as he gently placed her in something soft. She presumed it was his bed. She felt the covers being drawn over her, and right before she drifted to sleep she felt a slight pressure on her forehead. She wasn't sure what it was, though.

It was early in the morning, around half past six, when Alcyone woke up. She blinked her eyes open and the world swam around her, taking a while to focus. She felt a dull ache in her head that was slowly building up until she groaned from the pain and sat up, expecting to be in her own bedroom. She looked around and felt herself pale. Where the hell was she?

She looked to the side, where on a chair Jonathan slept and she let out a sigh of relief, the events of last night rushing back. She threw her legs over the side of the bed and saw the hangover potion. Assuming it was for her, she swallowed it and shuddered at the taste, then drank the water. She stood up un-steadily and yawned.

Alcyone dug her hand into her pocket, feeling her wand. She pulled it out and pointed it at Jonathan, casting a stay-asleep charm to keep him asleep. She then lifted him up and placed him in the bed, drawing the covers over him and taking the charm off. She crept towards the door, intending to leave.

Jonathan was still asleep. He was having a dream and it was about Alcyone who was in his bed. This was new to him because he never would dream about the girls that he slept before. But he was enjoying it. It was like Alcyone was making Jonathan beg to quit his womenizing life. But it would show glimpse of them getting married and having kids. And for some reason this dream wasn't bothering him. His angel was sleeping in his bed and things couldn't get perfect.

He then could feel that he was in his own bed. But didn't feel like waking up. Jonathan was never a person that would sleep in. But the feeling was something that he liked. He knew that he should really wake up and check on Alcyone. There was something that was keeping him from waking up. He then felt like something was lifted off of him.

Orion then started to bark as he just seen the new person. And it didn't take long for Jonathan to wake up and seen that Alcyone was about ready to leave. “ Leaving without saying goodbye is very rude. And after everything that I did for you.”