“i’vehaddreamsaboutthis,”draoblurtedbeforeheouldstophimself.“merlin,please,potter,letmedoit.”

“youhaddreamsaboutrimmingme?”

ah,sothatwaswhatitwasalled.

“ihaddreamsaboutyoudoingittome.anditfeltbloodyamazing.that’showiwanttomakeyoufeel.”

draobithislipwhilepotterjustkeptgawkingathim.infat,helookedlikeadementorhadjustsukedouthissoul.great,hethought,ibrokeharrypotter.

“um…ifyoudon’tlikethat—”

“areyoufukingkiddingme?”potterburstout.“ofoursei—”hemadeanisoundthatmadedrao’sheartskipabeat.“but,um,drao,that’s—areyousure?”

“yes?”

“really?”

“no?”

“look,youdon’thavetotrytoimpressme,i—”

“that’snotwhati’mdoing,”draosaid,suddenlyfeelinglikeastubbornhild.“ijust—i’mnotsure…how…”

“howitworks?”

inspiteofhisembarrassment,draonodded.

“well,i’dbehappytobeyourguineapig.”

“mywhat?”

potterughed,shakinghishead.“youandowhateveryouwanttome.”

somethingsoursedthroughdraoasthesewordsehoedinhismind.youandowhateveryouwanttome.sweetmotherofmerlin!

“okay,um…”draohatedthathewassonervous.hehatedthatpotterwasmoreexperienedthanhim.butthelongerheheldpotter’sgaze,themorerexedhefelt.“so…inmydream,youwerebehindmeand,err…iwas…bentover.”

pottermadeagurglingsoundinthebakofhisthroat.iteneddraotokeepgoing.

“iwanttoseeyourfae,though.bsp;wedoitwhileyou’reonyourbak?”

withoutanswering,pottergrabbedoneofthebiggerpillowsandshoveditunderthesmallofhisbak.

“ah,”draosaid.well,therewashisanswer.“but…isthatomfortableforyou?”

“doilookunomfortable?”potterretortedwithalopsidedsmile.

“youlook…”draoletoutashudderingbreathands

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