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Interlude

Hannah and I just can't seem to stop ourselves.

I can't stop thinking about her and the way she allows me to explore her, touch her and manipulate her. She seems destined to think of me as stupid, though I suppose I don't mind so much if she keeps her legs open and her mouth shut.

Harry seems really on edge, though given that He Who Must Not be Named is more active and the fight for the Wizarding World is at stake, I suppose I can't really comment on his lack of joy for life.

Hannah even offered to help him 'escape' for a while. I'm still a bit pissed off about that, but she offered to let me watch and if Harry was agreeable and wanted to join in the escapism.

I wonder if Harry would be interested?

Me, I'd prefer to see if Hermione wanted to join in. I did offer to help her over the virginity slumps, but she got really pissed off with me. I just will never understand her compunction to caress books instead a bloke...unless of course she might be interested in caressing Hannah while I watch.

I might just suggest it to her.

Later...

The bitch bloody kicked me in the kneecap, in the Great Hall and just missed Hannah's head by inches. For fucks sake, if Hermione had managed to make the target she was after, well Hannah might have, you know - bitten me...and trying to explain that to Madam Pomfrey - well it just makes me want to suck my balls up into my throat at the thought.

Thank Merlin Hermione sucks at anything sport orientated!

I mean I did ask her nicely but she yelled at me and then told me she'd never heard such a revolting prospect as I was offering, and how dare I think that she'd give it up to someone who had shagged everyone in the upper sixth and seventh year classes.

Then she asked me if she was ruining my perfect record. Well, she is, but it wasn't like I was going to tell her that - well not until afterwards at any rate.

Hermione - hello! The blokes aren't lining up to shag your brains out. I'm as good as it's going to get for a while, so you may as well just chill out and let me 'help you'.

She got so angry with me. I should have remembered to just shut up or get her in a moment when she couldn't reduce me to a pile of dust with one quick flick or her shrews tongue.

All she did was look at me like I'd suggested she offer herself willingly to Voldemort as a Virgin Sacrifice. Eurgh...that thought alone is turning my stomach.

Hannah keeps telling me I'm hung like a Hippogriff and I shag like a demon. I can't help wondering if she was lying about me being her first, but the thought of her and Buckbeak getting up close and personal...well that's just too gross to even contemplate.

You know, the little ferret did catch the pair of us 'at it' the other night. I knew he was in the shadows wanking and it thrilled me to see his jaw drop when I pulled all the way out of Hannah just to give him an eyeful.

Stupid bastard obviously doesn't have the goods, because he looked at me with pure loathing. 'Bout time I got one over a Malfoy.

I'd still prefer to throw my leg over Hermione, but well, a bloke can't have everything, can he?

AUTHOR NOTE: Many thanks to LeoGryffin for setting up, running and moderating such a great LJ community as 30 Minute Fics. This Interlude takes place in the same universe as, At Any Moment. It is an expansion on the first of Draco's entries and also draws on Hermione's first entry as well.