A/N: This is a very, very short something I doodled up on a Sunday afternoon. No idea where it came from, but I had to get it out of my system as it was interfering with my work on "Found, Never Lost".

Disclaimer: I have no intention of infringing upon any copyrights in connection with the Harry Potter Franchise. J.K. Rowling has invented their names and owns Harry & Co. However, the characters in this story are purely figments of my imagination. I am writing exclusively for my own – and hopefully others' – entertainment. None of this will ever be transformed into sales figures.

Warning: It's Harry and Draco in bed. Talking. Is there anything else you'd rather not know?

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SHORT FUSE

"Stop moving, Draco! Short fuse here."

"Come again in English?"

"I'm trying not to do that."

"What? Speak English?"

"No, dummy! Come again."

"But I like it when you come. Oh – oh yes, do that again. That's the spot!"

"If you want me to hit that spot again more than once, you better quit bouncing like that."

"Oh all right, all right. Tell me about that floose of yours if it gets you off the ledge."

"Don't talk to me about getting off! And it's fuse, not floose. It's part of a bomb."

"Excuse me? I don't know about yours, but my bum has no fuse!"

"Not bum. Bomb. B – o – m – b. That's an explosive. Muggles use it in warfare. You light the fuse, the fuse burns down, the bomb explodes."

"Hmmm… I like it when you explode."

"Yeah, well, move like that again and I will."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Potter, you really ought to practice some self-control."

"Self-control my arse!"

"Phht. It's my arse on the stake here."

"I thought it was at the stake, not on the stake."

"I love it when you talk dirty, Professor Potter."

"Shut up and fuck, Auror Malfoy."

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