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Post-It Notes
Blaise stomped his way into the bedroom, uncaring of what would reach his eyes when he was on the opposite side of the closed, mahogany door.
Pansy squealed and pulled the sheet up to cover her chest when he entered, but Draco merely smirked devilishly and raised an eyebrow, clearly unconcerned and probably completely aware of the cause of his friend's annoyance.
"Oi. Eyes up, Blaisey-Boy. One might think you were jealous."
Blaise rolled his eyes in exasperation.
"Why are there post-it notes all around the apartment? And why – for Merlin's sake – are they pinpointing where you two had sex and detailing what position you were in?!" The Italian demanded of his two oldest friends, a slender finger pointing to one of the incriminating papers just opposite the doorway. He avoided inspecting exactly what the moving stick figures were being depicted doing.
Pansy giggled, covering her mouth daintily with one hand.
"We're sorry, Blaise..." She apologised, insincerely, with a smile on her face.
"But playing with those sticky notes is just so pleasurable!"
She broke off into a peal of silvery laughter as Blaise brought his palm to his forehead and groaned, pulling the door shut behind him as he went in search of breakfast.
One that included a hangover potion and coffee.
Lots of coffee.
From - Texts From Last Night:
(513): why are there post-it notes all around the apartment labeled where you guys had sex and in what position
I love post-it notes. I have many. Stuck on walls. But they don't detail anything to do with sex. I'm not that interesting.