Draco Malfoy was up to mischief. Again. He had sworn to himself that he was going to look for more quality girls this year. But as it was turning out, his 7th year at Hogwarts was going to be just like the rest.

He was inside one of the school's many broom closets, with a girl who had just transferred to the school from Beauxbatons. She was unlike any of the other girls at Hogwarts, with her womanly curves and purple streaks in her dark brown hair. And the distinctive tongue piercing of hers didn't hurt either.

He'd honestly been in the library, trying to study for McGonagall's damn Transfiguration class, when she'd walked in, sat down at a nearby table, and began shooting coy glances in his direction. After she'd dropped her quill for about the 3rd time, each occasion giving Draco a nice view down her low-cut blouse, he'd walked over, put on the Malfoy charm and introduced himself.

Come to think of it, when she'd mentioned her name, it hadn't exactly stuck in his memory, but that was the last thing on Draco's mind. She was kissing him and he was loving it every second of it, learning and experiencing new things because her unique tongue stud. He'd worked his way under her shirt, feeling the warm and plentiful chest that was barely contained by the tiny scrap of clothing that was called a bra.

She let out a moan into his mouth as he gave a quick squeeze to the gorgeous globes. She then moved her mouth to her neck, and began to give him a reminder of their make-out session. But as she did, her hair swept against a sensitive tickle spot on Draco's neck, and he couldn't help but let out a muffled laugh.

"Shhh.," said the girl, who's name Draco couldn't have remembered for 100 Galleons.

"Oh, hell, no one can hear us in here anyways. Nobody ever comes down this hallway anymore," replied Draco, eager to stop talking and get back to the business at hand.

Unluckily for Draco, today was the day that Irony decided to pay a little visit.

Professor McGonagall had just walked by, doing her daily patrol duty, and heard the stifled noises coming from the closet. _______________________

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