Draco fell on his shoulder with a hard thud, wincing as he watched the decrepit Nimbus roll away from his outstretched hand.
From a distance, he could make out Granger’s shrill voice scolding the sod that hit him off his broom.
“You’re a right todger, Ron Weasley!”
Draco concurred, nodding.
From a distance, he could make out Granger’s shrill voice scolding the sod that hit him off his broom.
“You’re a right todger, Ron Weasley!”
Draco concurred, nodding.
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Prompt: Bruise
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Seconds later, the Weasley bunch and Potter followed, the pack hovering above them on brooms.
“Are you hurt?” Hermione whispered, palpating his abdomen.
“Sorry, mate, I swear I —“
Someone (bless them) waved their wand to shut Ron up.
Draco, ever magnanimous, waved him off. “No hard feelings, Ronald.”
“You should,” Hermione snapped, undoing the buttons of his shirt. “It’s definitely bruised.”
“Don’t,” he warned. “Please.”
Hermione pulled his hand off, and resumed undressing him. “Come off it, let me help.”
With his upper chest now fully exposed, it was only a matter of time until—
It was too late for Draco to realise the error of his ways.
“I thought you wanted to show off your work,” he murmured.
She hit him playfully.
His colourful chest rose and fell with every chuckle. “You’ve worked hard for it, did you not?”
To make matters worse, Ginny chose that exact moment to land next to them.
“Nice chest, Blondie,” Ginny teased. “Are those…lovebites I see?”