A/N: Whenever I get writers block, I get my friends to give me one-word prompts, and write drabbles till my fingers fall off. I rather like how some of these ones (I have several other sets of drabbles focusing on different characters/pairings) turned out, so I thought I'd post them all on here, just because I can.
So, a warning: These are all written when I'm in a creative or emotional slump, so they're likely to be excessively sweet and/or kinda crap.
Word count: 485
When Blaise and Theodore walked into the Slytherin common room, they immediately sensed something off. It was Theo who first realized what it was. The curtains to Draco's four-poster were pulled shut. Now this, in itself, was nothing out of the ordinary, but what was odd was the numerous privacy wards around them. Silencing charms, locking spells, and a very strong impervious were woven into the curtains.
The two Slytherin boys exchanged looks. It was no mystery what was going on behind those curtains, they knew. What was surprising was that it was Draco's bed. Blaise and Theo both, though Blaise more so, had been rather promiscuous since the beginning of their sixth year, but Draco had never shown anything more than a passing interest in girls.
It was with an air of mild amusement that the two of them slipped into their own beds. Blaise, out of sheer curiosity, set several alert spells over the vicinity around Draco's bed. The moment someone left that bed, Blaise would know. He wanted to know who Draco's partner was. It certainly wasn't Pansy. She had been complaining about Draco's early disappearance from the common room all evening, and there wasn't another girl that Draco had ever shown even a mild interest in.
Blaise was woken early the next morning when the wards he'd set around Draco's bed sent a tingle through his skin. He had left his curtains open deliberately, and peeked his eyes open just a slit. However, a moment later, they flew wide in shock. Standing with his bare back to him, clad only in leather trousers, was a man – a man – with brilliantly red hair, a mass of dark freckles over his broad shoulders, several burn scars decorating his flesh, and a tattoo of an Imperial Chinese Dragon on his shoulder blade. Blaise didn't need to be a genius, nor the resourceful Slytherin that he was, to recognize a Weasley when he saw one.
The Weasley murmured something affectionate to Draco, and leaned over to give him a very steamy kiss. Blaise saw Draco's hand slide into the Weasley's short hair and tug viciously. The Weasley pulled back with a soft snarl. "Draco- stop, I've got to go. Work."
"Fine." Draco sounded petulant and childish, and to Blaise's surprise, he saw a fond smile on the Weasley's face as he turned to pluck his shirt from the end of the bed. Draco stretched out decadently, the duvet just barely keeping him decent, and rolled over to look at the time. He saw Blaise's eyes were open and froze. The Weasley looked over when he noticed Draco had gone still. He too stopped moving, watching Blaise warily. Blaise could only smirk. He himself had what he knew was a voracious sexual appetite. He could hardly blame Draco for whatever fetishes he might have. Blaise was sure his own were far worse.
"Morning." He greeted casually.