A shaft of light pierced the dungeon gloom as the iron door creaked open and the sinister hooded wizard who had taken her prisoner appeared, cackling maniacally.
Who are you?' Rhiannon gasped, thrashing wildly in her chains. 'Who are you and what have you done with Tristan?'
'Muhahaha,' said the wizard, and threw back the heavy hood which had, until that moment, obscured the features of her captor from Rhiannon's view.
Rhiannon gasped. 'Lady Stacia!'
'Indeed, it is I,' announced the voluptuous witch. Her dusky bosom heaved above the laces of her red velvet corset, and black jackboots adorned her shapely feminine legs. 'Welcome to Castle Plumeria, Rhiannon,' she sneered, and cracked the riding whip she held in her bejeweled left hand towards her prisoner, who trembled in terror.
'Undress yourself!' Lady Stacia ordered.
Rhiannon gasped. She was becoming slightly dizzy, probably from all the gasping. 'Surely you must be joking…'
'Strip!' Lady Stacia cried, allowing the tip of her riding crop to graze the milky curves of Rhiannon's nearly naked torso. 'Or I will do it for you….'
'You know,' Draco said conversationally, glancing up at Harry, 'this book is a lot better than I remembered.'
Harry muttered something inaudible.
'You are not a woman!' Rhiannon cried as Stacia sashayed towards her, intent upon performing myriad unnatural acts upon her body, which Rhiannon would later pretend she had not enjoyed at all. 'You must be some kind of demon!' She then proceeded to….
'You not enjoying this at all, are you,' Draco said, and closed the book.
'What's eating you, then? Don't tell me you and Weasley never stayed up nights in your lonely tower dormitory, reading Witches Without Britches under the covers with a torch.'
'How did you…well, of course we did. It's not that…'
'Then what? What? You have that look, that look you always get when you're not telling me something because you're afraid that if you do tell me, I'll either be angry or tell you you're a git, so instead you just sit there sulking like a pregnant hamster and don't say anything at all.'
Harry made a weebling noise.
Draco looked exasperated. 'Budge, Harry. Nobody likes a non-budger.'
'I'm not worried you'll be angry,' Harry said, eyes searching Draco's face -
which was, as usual, expressionless. 'I'm more worried you'll be shocked.'
'You do something shocking? You? What, did you have a dream where all the house-elves were wearing spandex, and when you woke up you felt strangely…'
'I had sex,' Harry said. 'Last night.'
Passionate Trousers hit the floor of the tower with a bang. Draco looked at him with huge gray eyes of liquid amazement, 'You did what?'
Harry repeated his alarming news. There was a long silence. Draco slowly lowered his head and rested his chin on his hand; his eyes were full of curious lights. 'You?ve proved me wrong for a change, Potter. I am shocked.'
Harry said nothing.
Draco continued to stare. 'Are you sure, Potter — are you quite sure it wasn?t a dream? You were awfully drunk last night.'
'I?m sure. She was there when I woke up this morning, too.'
'Who was there?' Draco asked, looking as if he knew the answer to this question already.
'Erm,' said Harry. 'Rhysenn.'
'Gah.' Draco goggled at him. 'And what on this earth, Harry, possessed you to think that this was somehow a good idea?'
'I?ve no idea — I don?t even remember it properly.'
'You don?t remember? Then how do you know that — '
'Because, she told me! She was there in the bed when I woke up this morning and she told me!' Harry winced, remembering the look of cold amusement in her eyes, the images her words had conjured up…Things happened to me last night that have never happened to me before…
'And you believed her?' Dracos mouth twitched into a smile. 'In that case, I?ve got some flying carpet stock I?d like to sell you.'
Harry cleared his throat. He could feel himself blushing like a sunset. 'We were both… naked. Under the covers.'
'Oh, well, that clinches it.' Draco rolled his eyes. 'I?m not sure theres any way of getting to the bottom of this without me asking you a whole bunch of questions I really don?t want to ask you. Lets just take it as read that you had sex with her, if thats what you want to think.'
Harry glared at him. 'I can?t tell if you?re being sarcastic or not.'
'Its me, Potter. I?m always sarcastic.'
Harrys mouth crumpled. 'Hermione will never forgive me,' he said.
'And thats where you?re not wrong,' Draco agreed brightly.
'I don?t see why you think this is so funny…'
'Not funny,' Draco corrected. 'Hilarious.'
Harry glared at him.
'Come on, Potter. I mean, in the face of everything we have to deal with, this issue of whether you got sozzled and knocked boots with a sex demon seems a little frivolous.'
'She might have done something weird and unnatural to me,' Harry pointed out stiffly.
'I hope so,' Draco said. 'Not much else would justify this amount of carrying on.'
'And here I thought you?d be upset,' said Harry. 'Silly me.'
'I am upset,' Draco said, not looking upset at all. 'And I?d be more upset if I thought it was very likely that she?d told you the truth, which I don?t.
For one thing, it stretches the bounds of credulity to suppose that you would have sex before I did. It was bad enough when Weasley did. But you
— look at you, with that choirboy face. You can?t even say the word sex without hiccoughing.'
Harry looked at Draco resentfully. It was quite unfair that Draco, while no more experienced than he himself
