That Gobshite had started it all.

What a wanker.

Draco blinked a few times, trying to clear his vision. Rubbing his eyes harshly until he saw black spots.

He opened them again, testing the waters and hoping to everything fucking holy and god-like that he was seeing things.

Nope.

Didn't work.

He rubbed them again, vigorously and drawing tears this time. If he opened them again and saw that the thing he thought he saw, was actually the thing that he thought that he saw ... then he had a problem.

A BIG one.

He could feel people looking at him, a few of them sniggering in the background.

Bastards.

"Just open your eyes Draco!" Came Pansy's excited voice from somewhere to his left. "Blaise said it won't last long anyway, so you might aswell take advantage of it!"

Ofcourse she would say that.

She was desperate for him to get back into her knickers.

Blaise fucking zabini could fuck off aswell.

Draco would no longer refer to him by his given name anymore, he decided.

Cunt-chops.

That was his new name.

Suited him better.

"I swear he had better get over here and fix this or I'm going to twat the little prick..." Draco said quietly and almost calmly. If he showed his utter annoyance then this would go on longer.

"You lost the bet, mate ... this is your forfeit. To be honest, I could think of worse things to endure" Came Blaise's voice from behind him, sounding very pleased with himself. "It's only an hour anyway, you'll make it through potions without looking ... too distressed"

He heard Crabbe and Goyle chuckle somewhere in the distance.

Pair of dicks.

Draco controlled his breathing for a few more seconds and then bit the proverbial bullet and did it. He opened his eyes fully and looked directly infront of him.

Daphne.

Already an absolute worldie of a girl, but was now 10000 times more attractive.

Because?

She was stood directly infront of him in nothing but her underwear.

Gold and white pattern on her bra and simple white knickers. Her arms were folded, looking at him expectantly with her dark brown tresses flowing over her shoulders.

Mother of Mary, how was he supposed to survive this?

"Well?" She asked impatiently, looking past Draco and to the back of him, where Cunt-chops must have been standing. "What's supposed to happen exactly?"

Draco could see him now, coming round within his eyesight and a big grin on his stupid fucking face.

"Let's see what Draco thinks first, shall we?" The self centered fucker looked so pissing pleased with himself.

Suddenly Pansy was in his eyesight too.

Fuck a duck.

Why did she have to be in her knickers too?

Was this some sort of orgy pyjama party that he didn't know he'd been invited to?

They must have seen the look on his face, because Pansy found it absolutely hilarious.

"Enjoying the view, Drake?" She asked suggestively as she wiggled her arse infront of him. Her silk knickers shining in his face.

Eugh.

Drake.

She can piss off aswell.

He closed his eyes again.

"Why are they starkers and yet you lads are fully dressed?" He asked quizzically.

"What are you saying mate? That you want me to fix it for you to see Crabbe and Goyle in their scruds too?" Cunt-Chops asked, highly amused.

He never fucking thought of that.

Absolutely fucking not.

Daphne's face was suddenly a picture.

"Are you shitting me?! Are you telling me he can see us all in our underwear?!" She shrieked as she grabbed for the pillows next to Draco.

Pity.

He was enjoying the view immensely.

"And it will only last an hour?" Draco asked impatiently, opening his eyes again, scanning the room and suddenly realising with clarity that every girl in the common room was now, in fact, in their knickers and bra.

A sudden thought occurred to him.

Things could be so much fucking worse.

"Give or take" the smug bastard who had done this ti him replied, arms crossed at his chest and viewing Draco with a highly amused look. "You never know, you might miss it when it's gone..."

Draco scowled at him.

Highly unlikely, judging by the raging hard on he knew he'd carrying round for the forseeable.