Having Her Way (PG; Narcissa/Neville, Draco; 100 words)
"You really have a way with . . . flowers," Neville whispered, against Mrs Malfoy's neck.
Even after what they'd just done together, he couldn't think of her as anything else.
"I did warn you that the roses' scent affects one in surprising ways."
Neville chuckled. "That's one way to describe it. Are you, er, cold?"
"With you wrapped around me? No."
"Well, I . . . ." Neville stopped speaking. He'd never had a one-off before, and he had no idea how to behave afterwards.
"I expect you must be hungry, Mr Longbottom. Would you care to—"
"Mother! Longbottom? What the hell—"
Mrs Malfoy laughed. "Oops."