A/N: oops
Rating: T for implied explicitness (is that a word?) and Draco Malfoy.
Words: 150
Draco smirked at the Gryffindor table, where the Head Girl had just arrived for breakfast. As he watched her chat with her friends, he pictured what it'd be like if they'd seen what he had last night.
He imagined Potter and Weasley's reactions if he told them what he'd witnessed the night before in the Head's Common room. The Weasel's face getting redder and redder as Draco described in detail how their best friend's fingers had danced upon herself with her legs splayed as wide as the book in front of her. Would Potter be pushed to draw his wand, when he told him that her moans had broken through her own silencing spell?
Which hex would Granger choose, if she knew he'd caught her at all?
Eyeing the girl in question, who was looking at him, imploring at his gaze, he decided it'd best be kept to himself.