November 30, 2004
|Written for hydaspes.|
Somewhere in the Egyptian desert. Two lonely figures.
"Slow down, Weasley!"
"Don't be such a sissy, Malfoy. We have to hurry."
"Easy for you to say. You're used to this awful stuff. But I have it in my shoes!"
"You'll survive a few grains of sand."
"And in my socks! It's everywhere! I can't even think about anything else!"
"If you don't stop whining, you'll see what I've been thinking about! And, believe me, I have no problem transferring the sand from my shoe to your arse!"
A few minutes later.
"So, you've been ogling my arse, have you?"
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