“Youdon’tneedmyapproval,”Draosnapped,tryingtositstill,eventhoughthewarmth,radiatingfromPotter’sarm,wasmakinghimwanttosream.
“No,Idon’t,”Pottersaid,resumingtodrumhisfingersagainstthehair.“ButI’dliketoknowwhatyouthink.”
Draosnorted.“Holy,Iouldn’tareless.”
Potterletoutasigh.“I’mtryingtobeniehere,Drao,butyou’remakingitextremelyhard.”
“Oh,Ibetheis,”Bisehukled.Thatbastard!
DraoloweredhisheadandpressedthebakofhishandagainsthisforeheadtoshowhowfedupwithBisehewas,butalsotohidetherimsonfmesheouldfeelonhisheeks.
“Isitmebeingnie?”Potterwhispered.
“What?”
“Ismebeingniewhat’smakingyousounomfortable?”
Drao’sheadsnappedupagain.“WhatmakesyouthinkI’munomfortable?I’mperfetlyatease.”
“Right,”Pottersaid,obviouslynotonvined.Draoforedhisbodytorex.Heevensaggeddowninhisseatalittle.TheornerofPotter’smouthtwithedashewathedDraoslidedownlowerandlower.“Okay,okay,you’reperfetlyatease,”heughed.
Draoouldn’tkeephislipsfromstrethingintoasmileaswell.Rightbeforeheslippedoffthehairompletely,hehoistedhimselfup.Thesuddenmovementmadehimdizzy,and,foraseond,hewonderedifPotterknewhowintoxiatedhereallywas.Hewasgivinghimastrangelook.
“What?”Draoasked.
“Um…nothing,”Pottersaid.HislegtwithedandittookDraoalmosttenfukingseondsuntilheaskedhimselfwhyheouldfeelPotter’slegtwith.Helookeddownattheappallinggreyjeans.Wait.Whywashishandonthosejeans?WAIT!WHYwashishandONPOTTER’STHIGH?Fuk!Draowantedtodierightthereandthen.Whatshouldhedonow?Withdrawhishand,obviously.Butsnathingitawayasthoughhe’dbeenburntseemeda)hildishandb)toorevealing.Yes,hewouldslowly,veryveryslowly,slidehishanddown,asifitwasdeliberateand—Wait,no.WHATWASHEDOING?Fuk,andnowPotterwaslookingathimasthough…asthough…
“Doyouneedhelpwiththat?”alowvoiebreathedagainstDrao’sear.Draojumped.
“Bise,youfukingbastard,”hebellowed,andheprobablywouldhavehexedhimonthespot,if…well,ifhishandhadn’tbeenpressedagainstPotter’sroth.“Ohfuk,”Draohissed,snathinghishandaway.HiseyesientlylokedwithPotter’s.“S—Sorry,”Draomumbled,suddenlyfeelingnumb.
HehadjusttouhedPotter’sok.POTTER’SCObsp;HOLYMOTHEROFMERLIN!
“Itwasanaident,”Pottersaid,anditdidn’tesapeDrao’snotiethathisvoiesoundedraspierthanbefore.“Unless…itwasn’t.”
AsthoughthosewordshadtriggeredsomethinginDrao’sbody,heimmediatelystartedtoough.“Inyourdreams,Potter,”hehoked.HeheardBisehuklebesidehim.
“Pfft,asif,Malfoy,”Potterretorted,squaringhisshoulders.
Astheoughingfitslowlyeased,embarrassmentrasheddownonhimasifthewholeeilinghadjustolpsed.Fuk.HishandhadbeenonPotter’sok!Maybethiswasanunmistakablesigntoputanendtothismiseryofanevening.