Distraction
"A what?"
"Scrimmage."
"Scrimmage?"
"Yes."
"What the bloody hell is a 'scrimmage'?"
She sighed in frustration. "Honestly, don't you know anything about American football?" she asked.
"No, can't say that I do," Draco replied.
"Well, it's where the players line up… What are you doing?"
"Unbuttoning your blouse."
"Why?"
"So I can make a cake, why do you think?"
"But don't you want to hear what a scrimmage is?"
"Not particularly," he said, helping her take the blouse off properly.
"Well, I just thought that…" she began.
She didn't finish that sentence, or the thought, as he kissed her then.