Warning: contains foul language, for which Draco is entirely to blame.
Speaking With A Forked Tongue
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"Bastarding cuntfuckers!" Draco swore under his breath. With his ingredient budget cut again, the students would soon be brewing potions with water only.
"Professor Malfoy! I expect my staff to keep their vocabulary civil. No matter what new idiocy has emanated from the Ministry."
"You understood that?"
"Yes. I once spent a fortnight in a B&B in Skegness without any books."
"You learnt Parseltongue. In your spare time."
The Headmistress looked amused. "Apparently, so did you."
"I'm the Head of Slytherin. It seemed appropriate."
Later, he whispered some deliciously depraved phrases in Hermione's ear.
