Disclaimer:

I do not own Harry Potter or anything, really. That's all JKR. All I own is a dirty penny and a juice box…sigh.

It was a dark night. Full of butterbeer and firewhiskey. Mashed bodies and natural heat. Corridors of horny teenagers snogging in dark alcoves, some even making it to second base. In one of those alcoves, you'd see two contrasting bodies, fighting to merge in the most impossible way.

You'd see pale fingers clutching handfuls of dark hair. You'd see glasses just barely noticed by their feet. You'd hear the moans and groans, along as see the wandering hands and the lack of clothing. Yeah, you'd be surprised to hear, "Oh god, Harry" and "Bend over, Draco."

Yeah…you would be surprised.

100-word drabble. Hope you enjoyed. And yeah, if you didn't quite catch it, it's a drarry fic.