Title: Fantasy
Rating: MA
Pairing: Draco/Hermione
Warnings: Implicit sexual situations
Genre: Humour, PWP
Summary: Reality can be somewhat lacking
A/N: A silly idea that came into my head this afternoon. Decided to write it all as dialogue - seemed more entertaining that way.
. . . . .
*Thump*
"Ow!"
"Sorry."
. . . . .
"Shit, Hermione, stop."
"What's wrong?"
"Cramp! Cramp!"
. . . . .
"Dammit, Draco. You keep jabbing me with the knob."
"Umm, isn't that what I'm supposed to be doing?"
"Ugh! Not that knob, the gear knob."
"Haha. Whoops."
. . . . .
"Hermione?"
"Yes?"
"Why can I hear music?"
"I think my foot hit the radio."
"What's a… no, I don't even want to know."
. . . . .
"Oh, god. I'm so close. Harder, Draco!"
*BEEEEEEEEEEEEP*
"What the fuck was that?"
. . . . .
"If you put your leg up there…"
"Ok."
"And I twist like this…"
"Argh."
"Hmm, ok, maybe not."
. . . . .
"Arghhhhh."
"Arghhhhh."
"Finally!"
. . . . .
"Damn stupid muggle inventions. I'm not doing that again."
"Oh, come on. It wasn't that bad."
"Not that bad? I was nearly impaled on that… whatever that thing is."
"It's called the handbrake."
"I don't care what it's called. The point is: no man should ever be in danger of having one rammed up his arse! I don't care if it's one of your favourite fantasies – we're never having sex in a car again."
End.