The fire was mocking him again, taunting from across the room - "you can't
have me now. Not now... not yet."
Draco muttered darkly, and pushed his eggs around his plate as the morning chatter
of the Great Hall stormed around him.
The fire was mocking him again, laughing at him across the aisle and two tables
ahead - "you know you want me, you want me so badly you can't hardly move...
I'm so close, but you can't touch fire, it would burn..."
Draco swore under his breath, and tried to vent his building frustration by
chopping his monkshood into extra tiny bits. The steam from the Potions brewing
stormed around him.
The fire was mocking him again, teasing as it moved across his shoulder - "come
on Malfoy, let me hear you beg - you know you want me - you know you want me
to suck you..." Draco moaned as he arched his back, and wound his hands desperately around the
fire-red hair as Ron slowly kissed his way closer...closer...
And he begged to be battered by the storm, just like the fire wanted.