“IsweartoSazar,Potter,ifyougetbeeronmytrousers,I’llmakeyouregreteversettingfootintothisbar,”Draogrowled.

PotterlookedhimupanddownforamomentbeforeheturnedtoBise.“Yeah,he’sadeliateflower,”hesaid,keepinghisfaeimpassive.

BisehukledandelbowedDraointheribs.“Lukybastard,”herepeated.

“Stopallingmethat,”Draohissed.Itdidn’tesapehisnotiethattheornersofPotter’smouthurvedupwards,eventhoughhewastryingtohideit.HeresumeddrumminghisfingersonDrao’shair,histhumbswipingoverDrao’sshoulderbde,seeminglybyaident.Draoouldn’thelpbuttwithattheontat.Shit,whyhadhedeidedtowearthelightbluedressshirt?Itwassothin,itpratiallyfeltlikePotter’sthumbwastouhinghisbareskin.

“Hey,bytheway,”Pottersaid,leaningloser.“HowwasChristmas?”

“Itwasfine,”Draosaid,alittlebreathless.Thefewerwordsheused,thebetter.

“How’syourmother?”

“Fine.”

“Howwasthefood?”

“Fine.”

“Anygoodpresents?”

“Fine.”

“What?”

“Oh,um…Good—Goodpresents.Thepresentsweregood,”Draostammered,reahingforhiswine.FukPotterandhisthumb!ItwasabsolutelyinexusabletomakeaMalfoystammerlikethis!Oh,andspeakingofwhih,fukPotterandhisstupid,ravishingsmileaswell!

Draogulpeddownhiswine,hopingthealoholwouldhithimquikly.HisbesthanetogetthroughthiseveningwithoutfurtherembarrassmentwastodivertPotter.Lethimtalk,Draothought.

“HowwasyourChristmas?”heasked,avoidinghisgaze.

“Itwasfine,”Pottergrinned.Fortunatelyforhim,beforeDraoouldhexhimonthespot,hedeidedtoeborate.“Itwasreallygreat,atually.ChristmasattheBurrowisalwaysspeial.Mrs.Weasleygotabitross,though.RonandGeespikedherChristmaspunhwithoutherknowing.Butholy,”hehukled,“there’snothinglikeRonandGeesingingChristmasarolswhilethey’reompletelypissed.”

“Iimagineitwasquitethesene,”Draosaid,wrinklinghisnose.

“Youhavenoidea,”Potterughed.Merlin,itwassogoodtoseehimugh.Heleanedloser,whisperinginDrao’sear.“HetookoffhisjumperandGeedrewbaublesonhisnipplesandareindeeronhisstomah.Hisbellybuttonwasthenose.Itwaskindofdisturbing.”

Draotriedreallyhardnottough,buttheimagePotterhadjustdesribedwasjusttooridiulous.HiseyesdartedovertoWeasleyandwithinmereseonds,hisentirebodywasshakingwithughter.

“Ohreally?”hewheezed.“Merlin,Ihopeyoutooksomepituresasfuturebkmailmaterial.”

Pottersniggeredbesidehim,hisbreathwarmonDrao’snek.Draoouldn’tdeideifthatwaswhatwassuddenlymakinghimdizzyorthealohol.

“Oi,”Weasleyalledfromarossthetable.“Areyouguystalkingaboutme?”

“No,Weasley,”Draospluttered.“We’reughingatyou.”

Weasleygloweredathim,thenatPotter.“Whatdidyoutellhim?”

“JustsomestuffthathappenedonChristmas,”Pottershrugged.

Weasleypromptlyjuttedhishinforwardandhuffed.“Whatever,ferret,”hemumbled.Draowouldhaveretaliated,ifPotterhadn’thosenthisexatmomenttostartdrawingirlesonDrao’sshoulderwithhisfinger.FukingMotherofMerlin!

“HowdidyouspendNewYear’s?”Potterasked,sippingathisbeer.Draoblinked.Hisbrainwaswslowerthanusual.

“Oh,MotherandIwereinvitedtoafriend’sparty.”

“Ah,”Pottersaid.“Anyonespeialthere?Someoneyoukissedatmidnight,perhaps?”

Draoopenedhismouth,onlytoloseitagain,withoutbeingabletosayanything.HisgazeflikeddowntoPotter’slips.Therewasabitoffoamabovehisupperlipfromhisbeer.Oh,howmuhDraowantedtolikit.Hehatedbeer,butyoualwayshadtomakesarifiesinlife,right?HisfingerstwithedwiththedesiretoreahupandtouhPotter’sfae,hislegstremblingatthethoughtofleaningintohisbody…ItonlygotworsewhenhiseyeslokedwithPotter’s.TherewassomethingaboutthewayhewaslookingatDraothatmadehisbreathhith.

“So,didyou?”Potterasked,hisvoiebarelyawhisper.

“Huh?”

“Kissanybodyatmidnight?”

“Oh.”Draoswallowedaroundthesuddenlumpinhisthroat.“No?”Hehadnoideawhyhisanswersoundedlikeaquestion.Hismindwastoofargone,apparently.

Potter’ssrutinisinggazeintensified.“Good.”

Good?What?Why?

“Yeah…good,”Draobreathed,oblivioustothefatthathewasslowlybutsurelyleaningforward.

“Merlin,getaroom,youtwo,”hesuddenlyheardPansyall.Atthat,Draonearlyjumpedoutofhisseat,immediatelydrawingbakandsmoothingdownhisshirt.Heatoursedthroughhim,leavinghimflusteredandonfused.HesneakedapeekatPotter,wholookedompletelyundisturbedashesippedathisbeer.Internallygrumbling,Draonarrowedhiseyes.DamnPotter!WasheevenrealisinghowmuhheaffetedDrao?Apparentlynot.

Shortlyafter,Potterexusedhimself,andDraofinallyfeltlikeheouldbreatheagain.

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