Nothing belongs to me.
XXIV: Bed
"Humor me, Blaise."
Draco lay slumped on the sofa in the flat they shared. He desperately wished Theodore was around. He was always fun. It was a shame he wouldn't be home for another week. Ministry business.
Blaise looked up from the novel he'd been reading, pushing the reading glasses further up his nose. "Why?"
"Because I'm booored!"
Blaise shook his head. "Mate, you need to find yourself something to do." There was a pause. "Or someone to do." he added, with a traditional Slytherin smirk.
"Like who?"
"Maybe there's some nice girl in the Department of International Magical Cooperation…"
"Now, Blaise," Draco admonished, "you know I've slept with every unmarried witch in that department."
"Oh yes, how could I forget?" Blaise snapped his book shut. "You never put up any silencing charms."
Draco ignored this last comment. "I need someone, something new, you know, some girl who won't come easy, a challenge…"
"A challenge?" Blaise repeated. "Is that what you want?"
"It would sure beat having to stay at home with you…"
Blaise winced, clutching his chest, "That hurts, Draco."
They sniggered.
"Well, if it's a challenge you seek, then I think I have one for you."
"Go on."
"I challenge thee to…bed Ginny Weasley…"
Draco almost fell off the sofa, snorting with laughter. "You're joking!"
"No, I'm not, actually." Blaise replied seriously. "She's a good looking girl, nice bum…"
Draco thought it over. "Yes, I suppose…I think I'll take you up on that Blaise."
"This should be interesting."