"Look, if anything, Tom Greenfield is worse the Victor Krum because he isn't as fast and persistent." Ron yelled, pointing a quill in Seamus' face. The room was bright in the eighth year common room, a tower built just for the students that fought in the war.
"Oh please, Greenfield has the total upper hand in that scenario. He has the strength to kick Krum off his broom and catch the snitch in ten seconds flat!" Seamus yelled back, as furious as Ron.
"Your both wrong!" Ginny said, chewing on a piece of apple. "Rachel Thorn has them both in a headlock! She could kick they're entire teams asses and come out on top!" The fight continued growing, new big names flying, insults raging. Hermione rolled her eyes shoving her face back into her book.
"Come on, 'Mione. We've only been in school for two weeks. You don't need to study now." Neville teased, placing a grape into his mouth. Hermione peaked over the book's binding.
"This is just for light reading. I don't plan to study till later." she said, as matter of fact.
"You know, my father once found a hippogriph reading. He said it was reading the job section the Daily Prophet. I wonder what he chose." Luna Lovegood said, latching herself onto Neville's arm. A laugh sounded from across the room, a game of Twister heating swiftly.
"Patty, it's right hand is supposed to be on red, not yellow!" Lavender Brown yelled, trying to arch her back so she wouldn't fall onto Cho Chang. Patty Patil shuffled her hand to the red, her back straining.
"Why are Muggle games so confusing?" Cho asked, smiling widely. A crash came from one of the corners, wizard chess pieces falling to the floor.
"Your cheating!" Pansy Parkinson said, pointing dangerously at Blaise Zabini's chest, giggling. The black man threw his hands in the air, laughing. Dean Thomas fell back in his seat, laughing at the girl's need to be a sore loser.
"Hey, you know who we haven't seen since dinner?" Millicent Bulstrode asked, standing up from the recliner she was sitting. The rest of eighth year stopped what they where doing, looking at the Slytherin girl.
"Who?" Hermione asked.
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Draco pushed Harry against the wall of the broom closet, shoving his mouth onto his partners. Harry kissed back, tangling his hands in the blonde's shoulder length hair. He pulled Harry's dress shirt off, both of them now down to their boxers. Their breaths combined, the room heating faster and faster. Draco grabbed Harry's ass, pressing himself harder against his toy. Harry melted, letting himself be played with by his now lover.
"I love you." Draco huffed between tongue filled kisses. Harry moaned, shoving his hips forward in one powerful thrust in response.
The door creaked open, an old, bony figure shadowing the light. The two boys pulled apart, Harry immediately covering himself.
"Continue, boys, don't mind me." McGonagall said, smiling. She closed the door, leaving the two alone. No sooner did she close the door, the moans and heavy breaths continued.
She walked swiftly to the Headmaster quarters, plopping herself into the leather chair behind her desk.
"Did you learn anything new on your walk this evening, Minny?" the portrait of Dumbledore asked, smiling his signature smile. The old woman sighed.
"One thing." she said, raising a finger into the air. "Teenagers scare the living shit out of me."