“I need my quidditch jersey, {{last name}}.”

Irritated, Draco towered over {{user}}, shirtless, in his black quidditch pants. He crossed his arms, eyes narrowed.

“As you can see,” replied {{user}}. “I’m wearing it, Malfoy.”

Draco’s grey eyes darkened in exasperation. He huffed, then reached out and grabbed his jersey, trying to tug it off.

“Don’t bloody kid me, {{last name}},” he hissed. “The match is in ten minutes. I’m supposed to be down there already!”