Lollipop from Hell
They opened the door.
And stood.
Staring.
For there, lying on the green-trimmed couch… Firelight flickering over his features… A wicked smirk on his face…. was Draco Malfoy.
A half-naked Draco Malfoy wearing nothing but a sinfully tight pair of leather pants. Sucking a lollipop.
Their knees trembled and mouths went dry.
Draco slowly, ever so slowly, pulled the lollipop out of his mouth, and licked it, tongue circling the spherical treat, savoring its delicate flavor, eyes never leaving the crowd in the doorway.
Shit. Why weren't leather pants illegal?
The lollipop made its way out of Draco's mouth and was now being rubbed lazily all over his bare chest, glistening trails of sugary goodness left in its wake.
Oh. That was why.
The lollipop fell to the ground.
And with it went the leather pants.
Score one Draco Malfoy.
Heehee... Complete and utter randomness.