Fire and Ice

Strangers in Beds

"Mmmmmrghhh..."

Draco attempted to roll over, but instead met an obstacle. A warm, breathing, human-sized obstacle.

His head was pounding. He did not need this right now. Leaning back, Draco rubbed his eyes with his knuckles, something he hasn't done since he was eleven. A thousand sparks shone behind his eyes, a drumming noise proceeded to thrum at the back of his head. He felt like death. Carelessly throwing the sleeping figure onto the stone floor, without looking at whoever it was, Draco stood, and shivered. He was completely naked. I really need to stop having sex with these girls, man. Briefly remembering the numerous times girls have lured hism into bed, Draco shook his head. They were all the same.

Desperately trying to remember what happened the night before, Draco took his robes and slung them on, before sitting on the floor with his head in his hands, blinded by the pain in his skull. Fucking Fire Whisky.

All he could remember was having the best sex of his life.The heat of the girl's body (he still hadn't turned to look at whoever it was on the floor) mixed with his raw desire plunged them both in a fiery pit of lust. Her body, he remembered, was so different from the other girls he'd slept with; not slender and thin, but curvy and volumptious. Draco always saw himself as a man who prefered the willowy-figured women, but he seemed to have out-done himself. Her large bust provided great pleasure, and Draco was suprised that he'd never seen them properly. Perhaps it was because every girl in Slytherin was flat-chested.

Merlin's arse.

Suddenly, a sickening thought entered Draco's mind. What if he had sex with a non-Slytherin?! He would kill himself. He'd bring shame to Slytherin, shame to his family. Hufflepuff's were pointless little retards, dumber than Red Karps. Ravenclaws were so up their own arses that Draco doubted he'd even fit inseide (not that he'd ever want to). Griffindoors...

He would run away from school.

Draco pulled her scarlet and gold tie loosely off her neck, providing more skin for him to suck on.

No no no no no no no no

Whizzing around, Draco's heart stopped at the sight of a very naked Ginny Weasley, curled up in the warm spot he left when he stood up. Suddenly, the Fire Whisky sloshed in his stomach, and he vomited on the floor. Waking up abrubtly at the sound of Draco being sick, Ginny rose, clutched her head, saw the sight of her (sticky) naked body, groaned, saw Draco, and vomited too.