В продолжение темы повседневное...

Crabbe and Goyle were planted stolidly in front of the bedroom door. "Ya wanna play, ya gotta pay," grunted Goyle. Millicent Bulstrode placed a handful of Galleons in Goyle's beefy palm. "Uh uh. It's -ten- Galleons, honey." Millicent scowled and dug out another handful. "This better be good, Goyle."
"Oh, you won't regret it."
They parted to let Millicent pass. Crabbe grabbed her shoulder. "And one more thing: you fuck him up, we fuck you up."

Аннотацию автора решил оставить, она вообще ненавидит Малфоев и меня в частности, а в данном случае я проникся мыслью, какая же я сука.

Crabbe and Goyle aren't a stupid as they look. In fact, they're quite intelligent, and know how to make a buck or two at school.
This is where Draco comes in. That pretty little brat will do what Vinnie and Greg want, or it's him Filch will scrape off the wall with a garden trowel.
So. Pimpin' Crabbe and Goyle. Draco is so their bitch. I frankly would rather jump into bed with Crabbe and/or Goyle, myself, but there you go.

Fairytale for little Draco helps someone to sleep.

Жутко мило, даже скорее жутко....