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I would just like to remind you all that this story was nothing more than a writer's block breaker. As such, it is not to be taken seriously. The only thing I can give you for a time line is that they are 17 and obviously at school, so I suppose it should be looked at as AU.

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A week passed and Draco couldn't get the mysterious blonde out of his head, which was odd because he'd had plenty of one-offs that he never even gave a second thought. There was nothing particularly special about her that he could think of besides the fact that she was hot. But so were all the others.

Finally he came to the conclusion that it was the way it had happened and that he didn't know her name, or anything about her at all. In fact, he was starting think he may have fallen asleep and dreamt the entire scenario.

At first when he hadn't seen her in a single one of his classes, he assumed she was just a year below him. But after a few days, he realized he couldn't find her in the Great Hall either.

When two weeks had passed, Draco began asking around about her but no one seemed to know who she was. He began fearing for his sanity.

In potions class halfway through the third week, Draco was bored. The potion they were working on was far too easy and Potter wasn't in class for him to annoy. He spent a few minutes pondering over where the precious Chosen One could have been but quickly tired of that train of thought.

Finally, Draco raised his hand and waited to be called on. "Professor Snape, may I go to the bathroom?" He drawled lazily. The man nodded so Draco quickly cast a stasis charm on his potion and took it off the heat so it wouldn't explode while he was gone.

Once that was taken care of, the blonde rose from his seat and stretched his back before shoving his hands in his pockets and making his way out of the room.

Draco wandered the corridor for a few minutes and came to the conclusion that he was just as bored as he was in the classroom. To give himself something to do, he figured he might as well actually use the restroom before heading back.

It was as Draco was washing his hands after using the urinal when he heard someone else walk into the bathroom. He paid them no mind until he heard the click of the lock and glanced up.

"You!" He gasped as he spun around to face the only other occupant of the room.

"Me!" She giggled and leaned against the wall next to the door.

Despite the anger he felt toward her teasing ways, Draco felt part of his lower anatomy becoming decidedly interested. Arousal won and he was across the room in four long strides, pushing her into the wall and latching his mouth onto hers.

After a short duel of tongues, Draco pulled away, gasping and panting for breath. He noted that she was just as breathless, if not more so.

"Who are you?" He finally asked the question he had been wanting to ask for weeks now. All she did was smirk, grab his tie, and yank him forward into another heart stopping kiss.

When he was allowed to breathe again, it took Draco several minutes to be able to form a full sentence. "Will you… at least tell me… your name?"

She paled. "My… name?"

"You do have one, don't you?" He asked, voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Of course I have a name." She rolled her eyes. "But you…" She poked him in the chest. "… can call me… Harlot."

Confused, Draco asked, "Harlot? Are you uh… insinuating something about yourself?"

She scoffed. "Of course not! There's only you and I just thought it sounded a lot better than Har— umm nothing."

"Wait, only me? You were…"

"A virgin? Yeah. Why?"

Cockily, Draco replied, "I never would have guessed a Gryffindor could act like that, let alone a virgin Gryffindor." Glancing down on the second 'Gryffindor', he noticed blue and bronze where red and gold should be. If he wasn't confused before, he was now. "You're giving me a headache."

"You know, you talk too much." She kissed him again, only for a few seconds before pulling back. "Now, are we going to fuck? If not, I have better things I could be doing."

Since he was still hard, Draco decided it would be a lot more fun to take care of the problem with her than his own hand.

"Hell yes." He growled as he ground his erection against her hip and smashed their lips back together.

They were a flurry of movement as they rushed to remove each other's robe and get Draco's fly undone. When the blonde male reached under her skirt, being the appropriate length this time, he was pleasantly surprised to find that, once again, she went panty-less.

"Do you ever wear any undergarments?" He panted as he mouthed her neck and squeezed her arse. Draco briefly wondered if she would ever let him go there but dropped the thought since he knew it definitely wouldn't be happening this time.

"Hmm…" Harlot pretended to think for a moment. "Nope! Now, fuck me." Draco was only happy to comply.

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Five minutes later and they were still trying to catch their breath, only now they were on the floor with Draco kneeling between Harlot's still spread legs, panting against her collarbone.

"Bloody hell."

Harlot nodded in agreement.

Finally they managed to pick themselves up and redressed, casting cleaning spells on each other as they did so.

"I have to say," Draco started with a cool smirk in place. "If this is how all of our meetings will go, I hope we meet more often."

Just as last time, she leaned in for a quick kiss and responded with, "Maybe."