“Soundsintriguing.”

Draotriedtofightdowntheheathefeltonhisheeks.WasPotter…Washeflirtingwithhim?No,itouldn’tbe.

“Ithinkwe’devenmakeabettermaththanOliverandIdid,”Potterontinued.Draoalmosthoked.“OliverandI,wenevertalkedlikethis.Sometimes,itfeltlikeitwasjustaboutsex.Forhim,atleast.”

Thistime,Draohokedforrealandstartedtobeathishestrepeatedlywithhisfist.Heputdownhisgssandleanedhisheadagainstthesofa.HowheandPotterhadendedupsittingonthefloorwasaompletemystery.AswaswhytheyhadstartedtalkingaboutPotter’sretionships.Itwasn’tlikeDraohadaskedhimaboutit.Orhadhe?Hereallyouldn’tremember.

“Whatwashelike?”Draomurmured,furrowinghisbrowsathownumbhislipsfelt.

“Inbed?”Potterasked,ughing.

“Yeah.”No,wait,that’snotwhathehadwantedtosay.

“Well,thefewtimesweatuallydiditinabed—”Oh,forMerlin’ssake!“—werequitenie.”

Nie?Wasthatodeforawful?

“Heouldbe…gentleifhewantedto.Mostofthetime,hewasprettyaggressive,though.Goodaggressive,”headdedwhenDraoopenedhismouth.

“Howisaggressivegood?”heasked.Hehadwantedittosounddisapproving;instead,hesoundedintrigued.

Potterstudiedhisgss,asmallsmilefonhislips.“Hewasalwayssoimpatient.Herippedadozenofmyjumpersandnearlyallofmytrousers.”Hehukled.“Andhealwaysleftlovebitesallovermybody.”

Draogulped.

“He’dalsograbmyhairwhenhefukedmefrombehind.”

SweetSazar!TheimagesinDrao’smindwerenothelping.

“Onetime,weweredoingitintheshowerandIneededtogotoStMungo’s,beauseIdisloatedmyshoulder.”

Draoinwardlygroaned.ThethoughtofPotter,wet,pushedagainstthetiles,moaningandbeggingformore…

“Thatsoundshorrible,”Draosaid,hastily,bendinghiskneestohidethesuddenbulgeinhistrousers.Hequiklyemptiedhisgss,thefirewhiskeyburninghisthroat.“Isthathowyoulikeit?”heblurted.

“Youmeanbeingrough?Ormetakingaokupmyarse?”Potterughed.Mesmerisedbythesound,Draosimplynodded.ThatmadePotterughevenmore.“Sure,Ilikeitroughsometimes.Bothreallydependonthesituation,though.”HisfaeturnedmoreseriouswhenhiseyesfoundDrao’s.“OrthepersonI’mwith.”

OverwhelmedwasakindwaytodesribehowthosewordsmadeDraofeel.Heouldn’tbreathe,ouldn’tthink.Withoutknowingwhathewasdoing,heinhedlosertoPotter,untiltheirshouldersweretouhing.Bad,verybadidea.

Potter’slipspartedandheletoutashakybreath.Hisgazewasintense.Toointense.Andyet,Draoouldn’tlookaway.Heatwasoilinginthepitofhisstomah,makinghimsquirm.ItonlygotworsewhenPotterpressedhisshouldermorefirmlyagainstDrao’s.Ohno.Theyweredrunk.Surely,Potterhadnoideawhathewasdoing.Ifhedid,hewouldn’tbesittingthislosetoDrao,staring—Sazar’sballs!—staringathismouth.AllthattalkabouthavingsexwithWoodhadprobablyturnedhimonenoughtoshutdownhisbrain.Draoneededtothinkofsomething.Now.

“Um,howmanypeoplehaveyoubeenwith?”heaskedquikly,leaningaway.

“Afew,”Pottersaid,evasively.“Whataboutyou?”

Fuk.Whatnow?

“I—Ireallydon’twanttotalkaboutit.”

“OhMerlin,thatmany?”Potterquipped.“eon,itan’tbeworsethanmehavingathreesomewithOliverandGinny.”

“What?”Drao’sjawdroppedopen.“Youseriouslyhadathreesomewithtwoexes?Thatdoesn’tsoundhealthy.”

Pottershrugged.“Itwasn’tasspetaurasonemightthink.Butthey’retogethernow,soIguesssomethinggoodameoutofit.”

“WeasleyandWood?”Hehadheardrumoursaboutthat.

“eon,nowyoutellmeaboutthewildestthingyou’vedone.”Pottergavehimanexpetantlook.

“Um…”Makingoffeethism?Sleepingnaked?stantlywankingtothethoughtoftousledbkhairandforestgreeneyes?

“You…”Potterfurrowedhisbrows.“Youaren’t—”

Ohno.

“Drao,”hesaid,straighteningup.“You’vehadsexbefore,right?”

Oh,bugger.DraowordlesslysummonedthefirewhiskeyandavoidedPotter’sgazeashepoureditintohisgss.

“Oh.”

Yes.Oh.

“Isitbeauseyou’reapure-blood?”

Draoringed.Asmuhashehadtriedtodetahhimselffromthemanythingshisfatherhadtaughthim,therewerestillafewhehadfoundhimselfunabletoignore.

Itmighthaveseemedarhai,butitwastheonlythingDraoknew.Besides,therewasadifferenebetweenhatingMugglesandupholdingreasonabletraditions.Well,okay,maybenotthatreasonable.Butstill.

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