Disclaimer: JK, being the boring mum she is, would never write something quite as naughty and useless as this, so you can rest assured that I have no claim upon any HP characters, being I'm not her, because I wrote this silly thing. And she didn't. =P
Author's note: My first try at a drabble (a 100 words story, though my word count is 96. =P) so nevermind if it is shite, I don't take myself so seriously. Flame me. (or not)
"Need"
He hid under the duvet, hoping the noises wouldn't wake his cousin at the next bedroom.
Sliding his hand inside his pants, he sighed. He'd been doing this more often lately. It was something to take his mind off the lack of affection in his life and all the worries in his head.
Stroking, rocking, biting back moans, he pretended his own hand was love, care, comfort, heat. He moved faster, his mind going blank, wonderful images dancing behind his eyelids, ah.
Next morning, his cousin cornered him at the abandoned playground.
"Who´s Draco, your boyfriend?"
There. Much ado about nothing. If a good soul stumbles upon my humble drabble and would like to review, be my guest. =)