Nott twitched at the sound of Augustus's voice, now that he was more awake, even though his head was pounding, he was pretty sure he remembered a little more than cuddling. He wasn't quite sure how to feel about that.

"What can I say?" Nott said shrugging as if he wasn't embarrassed. "I cling to things in my sleep."

Nott looked over at the cat, trying to get a little more control over the situation. "Do you always let drunk guys drag you into their bed?"