The common room was empty besides a couple sixth years lying on the carpet drooling. Harry stepped over them and they're prescription bottles and went up to his dorm. Everyone was sleeping soundly. He pulled back his comforter and revealed a "gift" that had been left there. A lacy black pair of panties had lain pressed between his sheets, and small piece of parchment pinned to them. He squinted through the darkness and made out the neat hand writing of Cho Chang. It read: Thinking of you. 3
Harry smiled; he had run out of clean underwear the day before.
He snuggled into the warm sheets and reaching under his pillow pulled out another "surprise". It was another pair of panties, but these ones were considerably larger than the first and of the pink, frilly sort. The note attached to these ones said simply: Guess who…
Harry quickly tossed those babies to the dusty recesses of under his bed. He recognized them as Neville Longbottom's. Neville and Harry shared a special connection that no one but themselves knew about, but never spoke of. Both of they're parents had been destroyed by the dark Lord Voldemort. Neville had always really liked Harry as a friend, but lately he seemed to want to take things to the next level. Harry did not like this idea, Neville was the nice, shy sort. But defiantly not his type. Not like Draco Malfoy. Harry sighed to himself and turned over. From this angle he could see through the gap in Ron Weasley's drapes and caught a glimpse of Hermione hidden under there. He quickly turned over again. He did not want to let that glimpse of Hermione's new cleavage destroy his plans for Draco in his dreams this night.
Down the street, Goth kids, vampires.
Neon flamingo on wall
Voldemort tattoo what is this they're demons!