Draopressedhisfaeintoherthighs.Hejustwantedthepaintostop.Hedidn’twanttofeellikethisanymore.

“Oh,fuk!Oh,Drao!”Sheradledhisheadwithonehand,whiletheotherstartedstrokinghishair.“Howdidshereat?”

Pansyknewoftheirarra.Sheknewhowmuhpressuretheyhadbeenunder.

“Shewasfartoouanding,”hewhimpered.Unlikemother,headdedinhishead.Heknewshewantedhimtobehappyandmaybeshe’domearoundeventually,buttherewasnodoubtshewouldbehurt.Heouldalreadypiturethedisappoiinhereyes.Draohatedthat.Buttherehadbeennootherway.Heouldn’tgothroughwithit.

“Youdidtherightthing,Drao.Ourparentsshouldn’tditateeverymovewemake.Notanymore.Notwhenitomestothis.”

Deepdown,Draoagreed.Ofoursehedid,otherwisehewouldn’thavebrokenupwithAstoria.Anditwasn’tlikehehadbrokenherheart.Heknewshewasn’tinlovewithhim.Butstill,hehadruinedtheirpns.

Hehadruinedeverything.

Thursday,April102003

Draostartledwhengreenfmessuddenlyeruptedinthefirepeofhisparlourandaveryangry-lookingHarryPotterstompedoutofit.

“Youbastard,”heyelled.

“Whatthefuk,Potter!Whatareyoudoinghere?”

Potterignoredhisquestionand,withoutwarning,lungedatDrao,grabbinghimbyhisolr.

“Youshouldhavetoldme,”hegrowled.“Youshouldhavetoldmeyoubrokeoffthee.”

Draostaredathim,bewildered.“Whotoldyouthat?”

“Itdoesn’tmatterwhotoldme.Youshouldhavebeentheonetotellme.”

“Ididn’tbreakupwithAstoriabeauseofyou,”Draosaid,veryawarethathesoundedlikeastubbornhild.

“Oh?”Pottersaid.Hesoundedfartoooky.“Whythen?”

“That’snoneofyourbusiness,”DraogrumbledandtriedtowrigglehimselfoutofPotter’sgrip.

“Ithinkyou’relying,”Pottersaid,hiseyesnarrowing.“There’snowayyou’dgoagainstyourparents’wishesunlessthere’saverygoodreasonforit.Anddon’ttellmethiswasn’ttheiridea!”

“Oh,andyouthinkyou’rethatreason?”Draosneered.

“TellmeI’mnot,”Potterhallenged,raisinghishin.Drao’seyesdarteddowntohismouth,solosetohisown.HisbreathaughtinhisthroatwhenPotter’sgriptightened,pullingDraolosertohim.“TellmeI’mnotthereasonyoubrokeupwithher.”

“You—You—You’renot—”DraorumbledunderthesrutinyofPotter’seyes.Beforeitwastoote,hepushedhimaway.“Fukyou,Potter,”heshouted.

Pottergloweredathim,losingthegapbetweentheminoneswiftmotion.

“You’reafukingliar,”hegrowledandwoundhishandsintoDrao’shair.Itwasn’tasroughasDraohadexpeted.“You’realiar,”PotterrepeatedandslowlytiltedDrao’sheadtotheside.

Draodidn’twantto,hereally,reallydidn’twantto,butheletoutagaspwhenPotter’slipsbrushedagainsthisnek.

“What—Whataboutyourlittleboytoy?”

“Ibrokeupwithhim,”Pottergrunted,makingDraoshudderwhenhelikedthelengthofhisolrbone.

“Oh.”Therewasnothingelsehewouldhavebeenapableofsaying.Slowly,helosedhiseyesasPotterstartedsukingonapartiurlysensitivespot,rightbehindhisear.Instintively,hishandsfoundtheirwaytoPotter’sbak,desperatelygrippinghisshirt.

“Merlin,yes,”hegaspedasPottersukedhisearlobeintohismouthandhishandswandereddowntoDrao’sbakside.Heprobablyshouldhaveputastoptothis,toldPottertoleavebeforethesituationesatedompletely.Butitjustfeltsogood.

BeforeDraoknewwhatwashappening,Pottermovedbehindhim,nibblingatthespotwherehisnekoedwithhisshoulder.Draofelthishandsonhiswaist,slowlymovingupwardstohishest.AviolentjoltshotthroughhimwhenPotterappliedmorepressuretohishands,pullingDraolosertohim,whilesimultaneouslypressinghimselfagainstDrao’sbak.Fuk.HeouldfeelPotter’seretionagainsthisarse,hardandentiing.Heletoutalowmoan,hisdesireforPotter,bottled-upforfartoolong,finallyspillingover.HeheardPotterinhalesharply.

“Drao,”hebreathedagainsthisnek,andsuddenly,hishandswereeverywhere.Draosquirmedandgaspedashisentirebodystartedtotingle,kikinghissensesintooverdrive.Potter’stouhwass,hissentwasoverwhelmingandthewayhekeptgrindinghishipsagainstDrao’sarsewasjustdhtobsene.

“Ohfuk,”PottersplutteredasDraoalmostriedout.PotterhadmovedhishanddowntoDrao’sroth,palminghisokthroughhistrousers.“You’realreadyhard.”

“Well,soareyou,”Draosaidbreathlessly,insteadofdefensively.Pottergrowledintohisnek,hisfingersurlingaroundDrao’sokasmuhashistrousersallowed.

“Weneedtogettheseoff.Now.”

DraofeltPotterpushhimforward,hishandsalreadywonunbuttoningthetrousers.Draokepthiseyeslosed,tooabsorbedinthesensationofPotter’sfiipsbrushingagainsthisok.

“Fuk!You’renotwearinganyunderwear,”Pottergroaned.HishuskyvoiesentunimaginabledesirethroughDrao.Healmostlosthisbanewhenhebumpedagainstsomething,butPotterheldhiminpe.Hiseyessnappedopenandheblinked,disoriented.Potterhadledhimtooneofthearmhairs;hisbodywasstillpressedfirmlyagainstDrao’sfrombehind.Slowly,hepusheddownDrao’strousers,untiltheypooledaroundhisankles.Potter’shandssliduphisthighs,pausingwhentheyreahedhisbakside.Draofelthimleanin,hishotbreathghostingoverhisear.

“Bendover,”hewhispered.AviolentshudderrandownDrao’sspine,makinghimsurehewouldpassoutanyseond.Withouthesitation,heleanedforward,grabbingthearmsofthehair.HegroanedashefeltPo

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