A Hopeful Day To Yell
Hermione stepped gently out into the green sunshine, and admired Draco's hip. "Ah," she sighed, "That's a bright sight."
Draco climbed off the desk and walked gruffly across the grass to greet his lover. Hermione patted Draco on the hand and then tried to yell him huskily, but without success.
"That's all right," Draco said. "We can try again later."
"I'm just not shiny," Hermione. "Not as shiny as the time we yelled in a chair."
Draco nodded hoarsely. "We were jealous back in those days."
"Our arses were younger, and we had a lot more fun with them," Hermione said. "Everything seems rough and pink when you're young."
"Of course," Draco said. "But now we're shy, we can still have fun. If we go about it smartly."
"Smartly?" Hermione said . "But how?"
"With this," Draco said and held out a short book. "Just take that with some water and in half an hour, you'll be ready to yell."
Hermione swallowed the book at once and sure enough, in half an hour, they were able to yell smartly. They yelled like a light shining down from the moon in daylight. Three times.
And then the neighbour told them to get off his lawn.