April 20 th , 2004
He knows she is seeing the Weasel, so he doesn't understand why it shocks him so much to walk in on them pressed against each other, writhing like eels and snogging as if their lives depended on it.
Draco chances upon them like this: he spills his inkwell all over his desk and his clothes, much to his chagrin, and can't get the entire stain off him with a spell. So he leaves his office in search of the stain-removing potion Magical Maintenance keeps in the broom cupboards. Upon finding the nearest cupboard, he's surprised to find it locked and immediately casts an Alohamora charm.
Weasley sits on a bucket with Hermione in his lap, his hands fisted in her hair as she pushes herself against him, her hands running up and down the length of his thighs. Weasley's face is buried in her neck and her head is thrown back, her face twisted into an expression of lust. They're both moaning, Draco can tell, but they've put a silencing charm on the cupboard.
The sight of it makes him want to scream and vomit and hit something all at the same time, and he settles with banging the door closed, the stain on his shirt forgotten as the image of their snogging rebounds around his skull and whispers a promise to haunt his sleep.
He wonders if they even heard the door slam.
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