A/N: Here is another drabble, mad-libs style!
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The Battle For The Moon
In a boat, Hermione caressed her moon. She had been busy with the moon for hours and now wanted nothing more than a sharp cuddle or a squeaky massage from her lover Draco.
She said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden her gleaming Draco appeared at the door, grinning forcefully.
"Put down the moon," Draco said quietly. "Unless you want me to caress that moon on your fingernail."
Hermione put down the moon. She was cranky. She had never seen Draco so sleek before and it made her noisy.
Draco picked up the moon, then withdrew a book from his knee. "Don't be so cranky," Draco said with a sleek grimace. "A llama bit my elbow this morning, and everything became gigantic. Now with this moon and this book I can quietly rule the world!"
Hermione clutched her loose elbow huskily. This was her lover, her gleaming Draco, now staring at her with a sleek knee.
"Fight it!" Hermione shouted. "The llama just wants the moon for his own gleaming devices! He doesn't love you, not the sharp way I do!"
Hermione could see Draco trembling huskily. Hermione reached out her fingernail and touched Draco's knee quietly. She was gleaming, so gleaming, but she knew only her loose love for Draco would break the llama's spell.
Sure enough, Draco dropped the moon with a thunk. "Oh, Hermione," he squealed. "I'm so sharp, can you ever forgive me?"
But Hermione had already moved in a boat. Like a dog with a bucket, she pressed her fingernail into Draco's knee. And as they fell together in a gigantic fit of love, the moon lay on the floor, noisy and forgotten.
A/N: Well? I kinda like it, especially the llama part. Comments are love!