“Youdon’tneedmyapproval,”Draosnapped,tryingtositstill,eventhoughthewarmth,radiatingfromPotter’sarm,wasmakinghimwanttosream.

“No,Idon’t,”Pottersaid,resumingtodrumhisfingersagainstthehair.“ButI’dliketoknowwhatyouthink.”

Draosnorted.“Holy,Iouldn’tareless.”

Potterletoutasigh.“I’mtryingtobeniehere,Drao,butyou’remakingitextremelyhard.”

“Oh,Ibetheis,”Bisehukled.Thatbastard!

DraoloweredhisheadandpressedthebakofhishandagainsthisforeheadtoshowhowfedupwithBisehewas,butalsotohidetherimsonfmesheouldfeelonhisheeks.

“Isitmebeingnie?”Potterwhispered.

“What?”

“Ismebeingniewhat’smakingyousounomfortable?”

Drao’sheadsnappedupagain.“WhatmakesyouthinkI’munomfortable?I’mperfetlyatease.”

“Right,”Pottersaid,obviouslynotonvined.Draoforedhisbodytorex.Heevensaggeddowninhisseatalittle.TheornerofPotter’smouthtwithedashewathedDraoslidedownlowerandlower.“Okay,okay,you’reperfetlyatease,”heughed.

Draoouldn’tkeephislipsfromstrethingintoasmileaswell.Rightbeforeheslippedoffthehairompletely,hehoistedhimselfup.Thesuddenmovementmadehimdizzy,and,foraseond,hewonderedifPotterknewhowintoxiatedhereallywas.Hewasgivinghimastrangelook.

“What?”Draoasked.

“Um…nothing,”Pottersaid.HislegtwithedandittookDraoalmosttenfukingseondsuntilheaskedhimselfwhyheouldfeelPotter’slegtwith.Helookeddownattheappallinggreyjeans.Wait.Whywashishandonthosejeans?WAIT!WHYwashishandONPOTTER’STHIGH?Fuk!Draowantedtodierightthereandthen.Whatshouldhedonow?Withdrawhishand,obviously.Butsnathingitawayasthoughhe’dbeenburntseemeda)hildishandb)toorevealing.Yes,hewouldslowly,veryveryslowly,slidehishanddown,asifitwasdeliberateand—Wait,no.WHATWASHEDOING?Fuk,andnowPotterwaslookingathimasthough…asthough…

“Doyouneedhelpwiththat?”alowvoiebreathedagainstDrao’sear.Draojumped.

“Bise,youfukingbastard,”hebellowed,andheprobablywouldhavehexedhimonthespot,if…well,ifhishandhadn’tbeenpressedagainstPotter’sroth.“Ohfuk,”Draohissed,snathinghishandaway.HiseyesientlylokedwithPotter’s.“S—Sorry,”Draomumbled,suddenlyfeelingnumb.

HehadjusttouhedPotter’sok.POTTER’SCObsp;HOLYMOTHEROFMERLIN!

“Itwasanaident,”Pottersaid,anditdidn’tesapeDrao’snotiethathisvoiesoundedraspierthanbefore.“Unless…itwasn’t.”

AsthoughthosewordshadtriggeredsomethinginDrao’sbody,heimmediatelystartedtoough.“Inyourdreams,Potter,”hehoked.HeheardBisehuklebesidehim.

“Pfft,asif,Malfoy,”Potterretorted,squaringhisshoulders.

Astheoughingfitslowlyeased,embarrassmentrasheddownonhimasifthewholeeilinghadjustolpsed.Fuk.HishandhadbeenonPotter’sok!Maybethiswasanunmistakablesigntoputanendtothismiseryofanevening.

“Ihavetogo,”Draoannouned,grabbinghisloak.

“Drao,”Potteralled,whihDraohosetoignore.Assoonashestartedwalking,hedisovered,unfortunately,hewasstaggering.Bugger.

Hesteppedoutintothedark,theoldairhittinghiminthefaelikeasharm.Hefumbledinsidehisloakforhiswand,momentarilydistratedwhenheheardfootstepsbehindhim.

“Drao!”

Ugh,whatdidPotterwantnow?

“Letmetakeyouhome,”hesaid.Drao’smindreeledasthewordspieredhim.Theywereienough,andyet,histraitorousmindsuppliedhimwithimagesofPotter,grabbinghishand,ApparatingthemtotheManorandpushinghimagainstawallwhilehebeggedDraototouhhimagain.Forrealthistime.

“I’mfine,Potter!Gobakin,”hesnapped.

“Whatifyousplinhyourself?”Potterinsisted.

“Iwon’t,”Draorepliedftly.

“eon,letme—”

“I’mfine,Potter,”hesaid,andwithadesperateflikofhiswandhefledthesene.Hended,ratherungainly,faedownonhisbed.

Chapter4:SinkandDrownandDie

Sunday,5January2003

DraowasjustabouttogodownstairswhenhefeltthewardsoftheManorwarninghimaboutanintruder.Whothefukwasominghere,unannouned,atthishour,onaSunday?Itouldn’tbeBiseorPansy,thewardsdidn’treattothem.

Cursingunderhisbreath,Draohurrieddownstairsandopenedthedoor.HewasmetwiththesightofastartledPotter,holdingseveralbags.

“What—Whatareyoudoinghere?”Draoasked.HewathedasPotter’seyesquiklydarteddownhisbodyandbakup,hismouthfallingopen.

“You—You’rewearingadressinggown.”

Draoknewhewasblushing,andmentallyswore.Theembarrassmentfromstnighthadn’tevenwornoffyet.LeaveittoPottertoaddalittleextra,justinase.

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