10

Ginny was in class listening to Professor Binns. Or at least trying to listen to him. The problem was that he was so boring that Ginny found herself starting to count the stone tiles on the floor while curling her hair. She lost count however, when she realised she'd be meeting Draco and Luna in the tower later on and she was quite looking forward to it.
Ginny snapped herself straight up. Had she just been looking forward to seeing Draco? What was wrong with her? Sure teenage hormones were raging, and he was a wonderful kisser but... Ginny once again started thinking about him, about his blonde hair and the way it feel over his eyes, how his warm arms embraced her, how he needed her... but there was also Luna. Ginny loved her, and she knew the only real reason Draco kept coming back was for both of them.
Ginny couldn't quite figure out why, but this bothered Ginny. She didn't want Draco to like Luna, and she didn't want Luna to like Draco either.

Draco sat in the back of Charms class, pretending to master the new charm Flitwick was trying to teach them. It involved moving heavy objects, and he was sure Harry Potter wasn't as bad as he was pretending to be, as Draco already got hit with Potter's wood block twice. This was all so tedious. He of course, already new how do it, but was pretending to be bad so he wouldn't draw attention to himself... his mind wandered to the events that would be coming that evening. Luna. And Ginny. His head was swimming with fantasies already. He wanted them both. Now. Draco got up and excused himself so he could go to the bathroom. He went into one of the stalls and locked the door. Quickly, he undid his pants and slid his hand down, thinking of the girls kissing, touching each other, moaning... moaning for him. His hand moved up and down with a quickening pace. God he was hot. He started thinking about what colour underwear they would be wearing tonight when his body hit ecstasy, and he let out a small breath.