//Disclaimer: I don't own "Harry Potter" or any of the characters.
Warnings: Slash (D/R), mental imagery, shortness.//
Mental Images
Pansy looked over at the Gryffindor table speculatively, then turned to Draco and said innocently, "I wonder what Ron Weasley would like naked."
Draco choked on his toast.
"I mean, just how freckly is he?"
"What?!" the blond sputtered, shooting a horrified glance at her.
Pansy tried to remain nonchalant, but the slightest hint of an evil grin was appearing on her face. "Do you suppose, when he blushes, that the blush goes all the way down to his-"
"Pansy! Shut up!" Draco hissed.
"I was going to say his chest," she said primly, giggling outright at the expression on the boy's face.
A picture was beginning to form in Draco's mind, and he shook his head quickly to dispel it. Leveling his coldest glare at the girl and silently cursing his overactive imagination, he stood and stalked away from the table. As he drew even with Crabbe and Goyle, who were still chowing down, he heard Pansy snicker and another Slytherin girl ask, "What was Draco blushing about?"
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