DraowantedtoprotestwhenhefeltthepushandtheheatofPotter’sbodyvanish,buthisbreathaughtinhisthroatwhenPotter’sfingerssoftlybrushedhisbak,pushinguphisshirt,andhefeltPotter’sbreath,teasingly,againsthisskin.DraomoanedasPotter’slipsghostedoverhisbak,brushinghisskineversoslightly.

“Bloodytease,”hegroundout,hisgriponthehairtightening.Potterhadthenervetohukle,beforehishandsthedontoDrao’shipsandhismouthmovedlower.Draofelthimshift,asifhewasgettingdownonhisknees.HearhedhisbakientlywhenPotterstartedmassaginghisbakside,whilehishotbreathkeptteasinghisskin.OneofPotter’shandsdarteduptoDrao’sbak,onlytobedraggeddownagonisinglyslowly.DraobitbakanothermoanwhenPotter’sfingersreahedhisleft.HeheardPotterhum,beforehisfingersweresuddenlyrepedbysomethinghotandwet.Fuk!Heouldn’thelpbutshiverasPotterlikedhiswayfromDrao’sballstothesmallofhisbak.SweetSazar!AouplemoreminutesofthisandDraowouldbereadytoome.

PottermadeanappreiativesoundasDraotrembledbehhistouh.

“Spreadyourlegsalittlemore,”Pottersaid.Draogroaned.Hetried,buthistrouserswereintheway,trappinghislegs.PotterseemedtonotieandquiklyhelpedDraooutofthem.Legsspreadwideandheartpoundinginhishest,DraowaitedforPotter’smove.Warmhandswereonhisarseinaninstant.

“Fuk,yes,”Potterhissed.Draohoked,hisokthrobbing,asPotterspreadhisheeksapartandhistonguedippedintohisleftonemore.

“Ohfuk!Ohfuk!Oh—”

Drao’seyesflutteredopen.fused,heblinkedafewtimes,beforeherealisedhewasindeedlyinginthedark.Inhisbed.Alone.

Shit!

Panting,hewipedthesweatoffhisforeheadwiththebakofhishand.HeouldstillfeelPotter’stouhonhisskin.Only,unlikeinhisdream,itdidn’tfeelarousinganymore.Itfeltlikesomeinvisibleforewasrashingdownonhim,stiflinghim.

Itwasn’tthefirsttimehehaddreamedaboutPotter.Butneverhaditfeltsoreal.Neverhaditbeenthisdevastatingtowakeup,torealiseithadonlybeenadream.Hisokseemedtoagree.Apparently,therewouldbenoneedtotakeareofit.

Heturnedonhisside,hugginghiskneeslosetohistorso.Why,whydidithavetobelikethis?Whywouldn’ttheuniversestopthim?Heknewhedidn’tdeservehappiness.Butdidhereallydeservetosufferlikethis?

Heinstantlytoldhismindtoshutup,beforethewaveofself-loathingouldhokehim.Heknewhewasn’tworthyofPotter.Holy,hewasn’tworthyofhisfianée,either.Ex-fianée,heorretedhimself.Maybethiswasthewayitshouldbe,forhimtobealonefortherestofhislife.Andmaybethatprospetwouldn’thaveseemedsoterrifyingandgut-wrenhingiftherehadn’tbeenthisagonisingpain,thisgapingholeinhishest,exposinghisheart,whihwassreamingandyearningforPotter.

Friday,23May2003

“Areyoustillpouting?”

“I’mnotpouting.”

“He’sstillpouting.”

“Shutup,Bise.Andyou,”DraopointedawarningfingeratPansy,“youpromisedtokeepyourmouthshut.Somuhforthat.”

“Sazar,Ihatewhenyou’reinabadmood,”Pansysaid,rollinghereyes.“Youalwaysdrageveryoneelsedownwithyou.”

“You’reonetotalk,”Draohuffed.

“Obviously,I’mfarmoredelightfulthanyou,”sheretorted.Herexpressionturnedmorethoughtfulasshetappedherfingersagainstherthighs.“Look,it’sbeentwomonths.”

“So?”

“Drao,youan’thideinhereforever.You’vegottomoveon.”

“AndhowdoyousupposeIdothat?”

“Bygoingoutwithus,”Bisesaid,pullingDraooutofhisarmhair.“Holy,Igetit.You’vehadsomeroughstuffgoingon.ButPansyisright.YoubrokeupwithAstoriaforareason,andnow,it’stimetoembraeit.”

“Embrae—What?”

“Juststayquietandomewithus,”Pansysaid.“Ifyouresist,Iswear,Drao,I’llputaBody-BindCurseonyou!”

“She’snotkidding.Shepratiedonme,earlier,”Bisewinked.

“Oh,Sazar,”Draogroaned.

Mentallyhexinghisfriends,heletPansygrabhisarmandApparatethem.Shedidn’tevenwaitforhimtoathhisbanebeforeshedraggedhiminto…Wherewerethey?Ah,apub,itseemed.Itwasalreadyrowded,whihDraodetested.Therewerenomoreemptytables.ButPansydidn’tseemtobebotheredbythat.Shewalkedstraightuptoatableintheorner,pullingDraoalongwithher.Everythinghappenedsofast,hehadnotimetoprotest.Hedid,however,raiseaonfusedeyebrowwhenhesawdirtyblondurlsandawarmsmile.

“Luna?”

Pansysteppedaside,givinghimalearviewofthepersonsittingtoLuna.

“What—”

“Drao?”

PotterlookedasshokedDraofelt.

“Whatthefukisgoingon?”Draonarrowedhiseyes.“Didyoupnthis?”hesnarled,notexatlysurewhohewasasking.Hadtheyallpnnedthistogether?

“Didyou?”Potterasked,gapingatLuna.

“Harry,thisisagoodthing,”shesaid,rubbinghisshoulder.

“Howis—”

“Harry.”Luna’sexpressiondarkenedasDraohadneverseenbefore.“You’vebeenanawfulmessforweeksnow.”

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