36 | morsmordre

                                    

                                          
  
                          
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Hey, fun fact: I don't really ship Dramione. I like some fanfics about them; I like future settings where Draco is not a prick. But I wouldn't say I'd go down with this ship. What about you?
                          
x Noelle
                          

                          
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m o r s m o r d r e
                          
Conjures the dark mark.
                          


                          
SOME TIME LATER that night, Draco was heading up the stairs when he paused on the landing of the second floor as he heard a rather animated conversation going on in one of the rooms. And the moment he heard the words 'shag-tastic' and 'accio condom' said in quick succession in Theo's distinct voice, he knew that this was a conversation he had to end.
                          
Effective immediately.
                          
He quickly opened the door to Theo's room. His gaze landed on Hermione, and one look at her flushed face made him realise this wasn't a conversation she should be participating in.
                          
He glared at Pansy, Blaise and Theo, each of them staring back at him innocently. "Kindly explain to me why you three feel the pressing need to corrupt my girlfriend," he said flatly, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the doorframe.
                          
Pansy gave him a wicked smile. "I don't think that's the true pressing need here, if you know what I mean."
                          
The look he shot her was enough to kill the Dark Lord himself, but Pansy being Pansy didn't turn a hair. "There is no pressing need."
                          
"Can't get it up, mate?" Blaise chuckled. "Magic helps, sometimes. Remember what you said to Theo about the Levitation charm?"
                          
Theo sniggered, lifting a hand to draw the motions in mid-air. "Swish and flick."
                          
"It's Le-vi-O-sa," Hermione added breezily. "Not Le-vi-o-SAR."
                          
Draco couldn't quite get a grasp on the situation. Somehow, all the three Slytherins were mocking him - as if he ever had to worry about not being able to get a bloody erection! - and Hermione was more than happy to join in.
                          
Before any more damage could be done, he quickly pulled her out and to their shared bedroom upstairs. Once the magic locks and muffling charms were in place, he looked down at her and realised that she was still grinning.
                          
Still fucking grinning.
                          
And even though he was crazy about her, Draco also knew that letting Hermione Granger have the upper-hand in a situation - in any situation, really - was a very dangerous thing. So he levelled her a look with a gleam in his eye that far outshone Pansy's in wickedness.
                          
"Granger," he drawled, with all the calmness in the world, "if you grin for one second longer, I'll be inclined to take off my pants just to prove to you how bloody wrong you are."
                          
That promptly wiped the smile off her face.
                          
"It was just a joke," she mumbled, crossing her arms defensively over her chest, cheeks darkening several shades of red as she glanced away. "I should think I have a fair grasp of how well your anatomy works, considering the fact that we sleep on the same bed."