The Carnal Club

Quick-Fire

   Draco found them perched on a table near the back of the Library, pretending to be reading up on poison antidotes instead of gawking at their glamoured porn magazines. They did not even bother to look up as the blonde boy approached, taking a seat in the chair opposite them.

   "Scar-head, Weasley... I need a favour, lads." Draco said as quietly as he could and leaned in towards them.

   Both Harry and Ron raised an eyebrow at each other from over the tops of their books and then looked down at Malfoy. "Oh, I'm sorry, do forgive me," Harry announced with sarcasm. "I failed to realise that after saving your life from a raging bout of Fiendfyre last year, that I actually owed you another favour, Malfoy." He gave the blonde a grin. "Clearly it must have slipped my mind."

   "You're forgiven, Potter." Draco replied with a quirk of a brow.

   Harry shook his head with a small laugh and then sighed. "So humble." He pulled his book away from his face slightly and hopped off the table before sitting himself in the chair next to Draco's.

   "What are you after?"

   Ah...Potter... always straight to the fucking point.

   "I came to ask you about Granger, as it goes..." He sat back in his seat casually, folding his arms expectantly.

   "What about Hermione?" Ron stopped for a second to look down at the blonde.

   "Is she...erm..." Shit. Now that he thought about it, how the fuck was he supposed to bring this particular conversation up with her friends? One friend, and one ex-boyfriend, at that. "We've made a little wager that I won't ask you what she's like in the sack..." oh, that's a good one...well done. "So, I've come to prove her wrong."

   Ron gave him a look and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "How do I know you're not lying out of your arse about this?"

   Draco gave him the best innocently offended look that he could muster. "Why, Weasley...I am greatly offended by your insinuation."

   "He's not." Harry said flatly.

   "No, you're right...I'm not." Draco replied in a deadpan tone.

   Ron was still looking at him carefully, before finally muttering; "Don't really think that should be something I should be talking to you about, Malfoy... doesn't make me feel comfortable."

   Draco drummed the tops of his arms with his fingertips as he kept his arms crossed over his chest defensively. "You can ask her; she'll vouch for me."

   She wouldn't. she'd probably dob him right in it and tell everyone he was a seedy little pervert for asking her ex about her sex life. Or lack of.

   Finally, Draco watched Ron nod in acceptance.

   Harry coughed and his 'book' came back up over his face. "I can't listen to this... might make me queasy."

   "As queasy as it makes me when I hear my sister's headboard banging against the wall when I'm back at The Burrow?" Ron asked Harry sarcastically as he got down off the table and sat in the other free chair next to Draco, pulling it along the floor until the arms of both of their chairs were touching each other. It felt intimate...Draco did not like it one bit.

   "Answer me this first, Malfoy." The redhead said in a low voice. "Why are you so interested in what Hermione is like in the bedroom?" He began looking around him to make sure that no one else was listening.

   "Is this because you think you can get one up on her? You want me to confirm to you that she's some prude little virgin and then go and spread it around the school?" Ron eyed him suspiciously.