Unpublished Manuscript
Ron, Harry and two semi-fictional characters, 100 words.
"Septimus, my love, how wrong I was," Lila said, her hair shining like flame against her milky skin, naked and ready against the sheets. "Jimmy was just a stupid, no-talent upper-class twit. Not a brave and handsome genius like you. He could never love me like you."
Septimus shed his robes. Lila's emerald eyes shone with wonder, lust and a little fear. "He really was nothing compared to you. Now ravish me, you stallion."
Ron looked up at Harry from the manuscript novel they found in Snape's papers. "You realize he's writing about your Mom."
Harry pointed his wand. "Incedio!"