RATING: M

GENRE: Humor, Romance.

SUMMARY: Despite an entire night in bed with his wife, what ill-experience from last night's party has caused Draco to remain grumpy? A dare involved? Hermione is stunned.


Friday Night Bash


They'd humped - fucked - shagged - made love. Yes, all four through their four ecstatic rounds across the night. And for some reason unknown to Hermione.

"Draco?"

He grunted.

"Are you…better?"

He sighed. "A bit, but not enough. More feverish rounds are called for."

Melodrama. Getting any more feverish was physically impossible.

"I'm gonna castrate Weasel," he grumbled.

"Will you now tell me, what he made you do?"

"No," he huffed. Four silent heartbeats passed. "Potter kissed me."

She gasped - choked - sputtered.

"Snogged, rather," he grimaced, "I'm never looking at him again!"

Nor attending Ron's Friday Night Bash again either, she decided.


Not really good with this 100-words stuff, but it's fun. :D

Review if you Read.

xo

Aishwarya.