Audrey Earenheart, seventh year, Hufflepuff. Harry had no idea how she was connected to Draco, but he knew he had heard her name with his. Never really aloud, but quietly, secretly. Could she be different from the rest of the list?

However, he had never seen Draco interact with her. Maybe he just hadn't noticed. He would have to pay closer attention. Did Draco have any classes with the Hufflpuffs? He did take Advanced Arithmancy. Could she be there? It was time to talk to Hermione.

Transfiguration. Harry scribbled a note to his friend.

Hermione, Is Draco in your Arithmancy class?

She wrote back.

Yes. Why? Is this that game? Or something else?

He thought for a moment.

Yes, it's the dare. I have to finish it. Is Audrey Earenheart in that class too?

Yes. What does that have to do with anything?

Nothing. Never mind. When is that class?

Hermione gave him a sidelong look, but she wrote back.

Next.

Thanks.

She looked funnily at him again. What class did he have next? Auras. He tried so hard to get out of Divination and where did he land? Auras with Professor Trelawney. Some one truly hated him. Well, he had no qualms about skipping that class. He'd just tell her he was following a butterfly with an interesting trail.

Class ended and Harry took the five minute break to sprint back to his dorm after whispering to Ron, "If Trelawney asks, I'm…dead or something."

This time, he knew where his invisibility cloak was. He slipped into the Arithmancy class some five minutes after it started and carefully positioned himself. Out of Professor Sinistra's path, but where he could clearly see Draco. And watch him. And watch him. The git was actually working. And it was boring work.

He contented himself watching Draco work, his face set in concentration. He wondered what Draco was thinking. His mind wandered along these lines for quite some time. Then he noticed Draco drop a note.

He snapped out of his reverie and watched as Draco tapped the note across the room with his foot. A very pretty girl (was that Audrey?) picked it up. She read the note, then tore it up. Harry watched the pieces flutter to the floor.

"Accio scraps." The pieces swept across the floor to him. He gathered them together. "Reparo."

Draco's and was scrawled across the parchment. My room. Nine.

Harry looked back up at the girl he assumed to be Audrey. She caught Draco's eye, smiled and nodded. Draco's face was actually rather grim, though he smiled and nodded back.

Harry considered leaving then, but decided to stay and watch Draco work. Anyway, if he left, where would he go? To Auras? He took the remaining time to think about how to be in Draco's room when Audrey arrived. He wondered what she was coming for.

It was eight thirty. "Serpent's Sanctuary." He made one last check of his invisibility cloak and sneaked back down the hall to Draco's room.

Unlocking the door, he climbed into the bureau again. A few minutes later, he heard Draco come back into the room. He dressed rather quickly and headed out again. He hadn't spoken a word. Several minutes later, Harry heard the door open again. Giggling floated into the room. That would be Audrey.

The door shut with a bang as Audrey's giggles were abruptly muffled. Even the muffled giggles soon died out and Harry wondered if they were still breathing. Then she spoke, rather coyly.

"You kept me waiting out there, you know."

"Audrey, don't quibble about timing." She let out a sharp cry, then a small moan. Harry suddenly realized what he had just gotten himself into.

There was a rustle of covers. "You always pull the comforter down. So neat." Then the springs of the bed squeaked. Harry's mind raced. What was he going to do? Would a silencing charm on the bureau keep their voices out? Should he perhaps even just come out before things got too far? He heard her moan again. Damn.

Several articles of clothing hit the floor. Harry put his hands over his ears. He would just sit like this; he wouldn't listen. But how would he know when they were done? What were they doing now? He took his hands back off of his ears. There was no way he was going to be able to keep them there.

Her moans were coming more frequently. Then Draco spoke. "I…" he trailed off.

"Here, let me help." Harry heard the faint clicking of bra hooks and the sound of it landing near the bureau. There was a silent moment. "Touch. Come here." Any protest Draco was about to make was lost in the muffle of her mouth. Harry felt sick.

Another series of clothing hit the floor, assumably Draco's. Harry's suspicion was confirmed when she spoke again. "And who's down here? Peek-a-boo! Aw…come up and see me!" This time, he heard Draco moan.

Harry was ashamed to think it, but he was enjoying this a bit. He started to make a game of guessing who would moan next. In reality, he was always hoping it would be Draco, his voice was so smooth and low. Hers was sharp and grating.

And it was Draco for a while. Harry could only guess what Audrey was doing to him out there. He heard the rhythmic creaking of the springs for a minute or two, then Draco bit back a cry and it was silent for a moment.

"Did you like that, babe?" Her voice interrupted the silence.

"Mmm…" Harry decided that was affirmative.

"Good," she purred. Or, at least, Harry figured she tried to purr. Her voice still grated on him. "Are you ready to go again?"

"Mmm…"

"Draco? Snap out of it! Are you ready to go again or not?" Damn, she lost her temper fast enough.

"Huh? Oh, well, yes, we can start." Draco sounded a bit disoriented.

The room returned to silence, punctuated occasionally by her moans. After several minutes, it was broken, by her again. "Well?"

"Give me a few minutes."

"'A few minutes.' It's always 'a few minutes.' I thought Malfoys were supposed to be good at this!"

"Malfoys are good at this."

She began to continue her tirade, but was muffled with what sounded like near violence.

Shortly, the rhythmic creaking was back, along with her moans, so piercing Harry decided that covering his ears wouldn't have helped anyway. After several minutes of this, the pace quickened and Audrey shouted, "Draco!" Draco bit back another groan.

The silence was deafening. Just when Harry didn't think he'd be able to stand it any longer, he heard someone walking around the room. The click of bra hooks revealed it to be Audrey, dressing to leave. Assumably after donning all of her clothes, she opened the door, but only a crack. "Draco?" she whispered, "Sorry about what I said earlier, about Malfoys. You know that you're the manliest there is. Tomorrow?"

Draco muttered, "Can't. Quidditch."

Liar. Harry knew that the Ravenclaw team had the pitch tomorrow night; he had tried to book it.

"All right then, we'll talk."

"No, we won't. I don't talk to you. You know that. We come here, we do this, and that's it. Don't ever expect more."

She sniffled. "All right…" A soft click of the door told Harry she was gone.

Draco moaned and Harry heard him throw the covers back. What came next, Harry had heard before, every so often in the dorms. The heavy breathing and occasional moans. But how could Draco be jerking off? Unless…had he not finished when she left?

"Laundrum." Harry heard a sound like wind blowing through Draco's room. Then he heard Draco climb back into the bed. His breathing slowed to an even pace. He was asleep.

Harry crept carefully out of the bureau and past the bed, taking note of the lit wand on the bedside table in the continued absence of the fairies.

Well, she was the wrong answer. He had thought she was, perhaps, a girlfriend or respectable acquaintance. She was a fuckbuddy and Draco didn't seem to have any respect for her at all. Another one bites the dust. Harry only had one name left on his list.