“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.hisbesthogetthroughthiseveningwithoutfurtherembarrassmentwastodivertpotter.lethimtalk,draothought.

“howwasyourchristmas?”heasked,avoidinghisgaze.

“itwasfine,”pottergrinned.fortunatelyforhim,beforedraoouldhexhimonthespot,hedeidedtoeborate.“itw

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