s.itwouldn’tbewrong,wouldit?

“harry?youokay?”harry’sbodymadethedeisionforhim,taklingmalfoybakontothesofaandndingdownontopofhim.malfoyhukledandpulledatharry’sshirt,liftingitupoverhisheadandthrowingitarosstheroom.harrypulledatmalfoy’sshirt,snarlingwhenthebuttonsrefusedtoundothemselves.

“youandyourbloodybuttons,”hemumbled,smilingslightlybeauseheknewthisaboutdrao,knewhewouldneverstooptowearingsomethingsosimpleasatshirt,evenwhenloungingaroundthehouse.

“youlikemybloodybuttons,”draomurmured,huggingharry’shipswithhiskneesandarhinghisneksothatharryouldthhismouthontoanewlyexposedolrbone.

“ilikethembetterwhenthey’reopen,”harryreplied,grinningintriumphasthestoneyieldedtohisfumblingfingersandheouldfinallyrunhishandsoverreamysoftskinandtautmusles.draoliftedupsothatharryouldslidetheshirtdownoverhisshoulders,thematerithingwhereitwasfoldedtotheelbows.harrydidn’tbothertryingtohelphimgetuntangled;he’dalreadymovedontotheflyofdrao’sjeans.

draoughed.“iknowwe’vespentthestthreeyearsrushingthisinaselissaneedssomething,butshe’snothererightnow,remember.wedon’thavetogoquitesofast.”

“yeswedo,”harrykissedthewordsintotheskinofdrao’ship,hisfingerspullingatthewaistbandofhisjeans.“ineedtobeinsideyou,now.”

draosukedinasharpbreathandliftedhiships,handsomingdowntohelpharrywrigglehimoutofhisjeans.“yeah,that—yeah,yes,please.”

togethertheypulledattheirjeans,yankingatthestifffabriandkikingtheirlegstogetfree.harrywasnearlythrownoffthesofawhendraobukedhishipsup,tryingtoremovehisbriefs,andwasonlysavedbydraograbbingontohisarmjustintime.theykn