A/N- This is for the QLFC Procrastination Thread: Book Club, in which I have written a series of 20 drabbles, each with a unique prompt based on the book The Surface Breaks by Louise O'Neill. I've decided that all of these particular drabbles will be about Draco and Astoria. Most of this will be in chronological order and the stories should flow naturally from one to the next without too much confusion as to what is going on. I'm trying to get better about writing drabbles based on a variety of prompts, and this was really the perfect excuse to practice.

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Chapter 1: The Surface Breaks

A/N- prompt used: [Title] The Surface Breaks
Word Count- 577

Astoria sighed into his mouth as they snogged each other senseless behind the old Italian church.

"They'll be looking for us," she gasped out between breathless kisses.

Draco simply hummed in agreement as he gently pushed her against the church wall and began littering kisses down her neck. Astoria groaned as Draco light stubble tickled her collarbone.

How was he so good at this? How many girls—

Nope. Don't go there, Astoria. Just enjoy this.

Astoria wrapped her arms around Draco's neck, leg emerging through the slit in her silver bridesmaid's gown to hook behind Draco and pull him closer. She felt Draco smile that devilish smile against her skin and the next thing she knew, she was being lifted off of the ground. She wrapped her legs around Draco's waist without thought and forcibly directed his face back up to hers so they could continue snogging.

Draco drifted toward an old stone slab and set Astoria down on it, his body still situated between her thighs.

Daphne or Blaise could walk around the corner at any moment, but Tori really didn't care. The bride and groom would probably just make inappropriate jokes at their expense for the rest of the night anyway. She could handle that.

Astoria pulled Draco closer by the collar of his dress robes, her tongue diving into his mouth like she had a right to be there. His hands slid up under her dress and caressed her thighs—

Crack!

Draco and Astoria broke apart and she hopped off the stone slab in utter confusion. "Wha…?"

Glancing over her shoulder, she found the surface of the ancient stone slab had split down the middle under her weight. Draco and Tori stared at it for a long moment.

Then Draco started laughing.

Tori turned and glared at him. "What are you laughing about?! That thing was probably a thousand years old, Draco, and I just broke it with my arse!"

Draco laughed harder, doubling over and wheezing like he'd never heard anything funnier in his life.

She smacked him on the arm several times. "This. Is. Not. Funny." Draco clutched at his arm and tried to stifle his giggles to no avail. "Ugh," she screamed. "Draco, stop! Help me fix it!"

Draco's chuckles finally died down and he grinned down at Astoria as if she were the most adorable thing he'd ever seen. Tori cast a repair charm on the old stone artifact and when that didn't work, she tried again. And again. She was so embarrassed. "Draco, it's not working," she said, unintentionally pouting her lips up at him.

The man didn't even glance at the stone. He took a step closer to Astoria and wrapped her in his arms. Her head only came up to his collarbone and after a moment, she rested her cheek on his chest and sighed.

"Don't worry," he rumbled. His voice was deep and she could feel the words' vibration against her skin. "I won't tell anyone that you sat on a sturdy historical artifact and broke it in half."

Tori scoffed and slapped him hard on the chest. "That made me sound like I weigh a hundred stone!"

"If you weighed a hundred stone…" Draco said, his voice trailing off into a teasing smirk.

He suddenly leaned down and flung Astoria effortless over his shoulder. She hurled profanities and slaps against his back. Draco simply laughed.

"Then I must be the strongest man in the world!"