drao rotest whehe push ater’s body vanish, but his breath aught in his throat when pers softly brushed his bak, pushing up his shirt, aer’s breath, teasingly, against his skin. drao moaer’s lips ghosted over his bak, brushing his skin ever so slightly.
“bloody tease,” he ground out, his grip oightenihe o hukle, before his hao drao’s hips and his mouth moved lower. drao felt him shift, as if he was getting down on his knees. he arhed his bak ieer started massaging his bakside, while his hot breath kept teasing his skier’s hao drao’s bak, only ted down agonisingly slowly. drao bit bak another moaer’s fingers reahed his left. he heard potter hum, before his fingers were suddenly reped by something hot a. fuk! he ould shiver as potter liked his way from drao’s balls to the small of his bak. sle more mihis and drao would be ready to ome.
potter made aive sound as drao trembled beh his touh.
“spread ys a little more,” potter said. drao groaried, but his trousers were irappier seemed to notie and quikly helped drao out of them. legs spread wide a pounding i, drao waited for potter’s move. warm hands were on his arse in an instant.
“fuk, yes,” potter hissed. drao hoked, his , as potter spread his heeks apart and his too his left one more.
“oh fuk! oh fuk! oh—”
drao’s eyes fluttered open. fused, he bliimes, before he realised he was indeed lying in the dark. in his bed. alone.
shit!
pahe sweat off his forehead with the bak of his haill feel potter’s touh on his skin. only, unlike i didn’t feel arousi like some invisible f down on him, stifling him.
it wasime he had dreamed about potter. but felt so real. beeio realise it had only been a dream. his ok seemed to agree. apparently, there would be ake are of it.
&urned on his side, huggio his torso. why, why did it have to be like this? why wouldn’t the u him? he k deserve happi did he really deserve to suffer like this?
&ly told his mind to shut up, before the wave of self-loathing ould hoke him. he k worthy of potter. holy, he wasn’t worthy of his fiaher. ex- fiaed himself. maybe this was the way it should be, for him to be alo of his life. a prospet wouldn’t have seemed s and gut- wrenhi been this agonising pain, this gaping hole i, exposi, whih was sreaming and yearning for potter.
friday, 23 may 2003
&ill pouting?”
“i’m not pouting.”
&ill pouting.”
“shut up, bise. and you,” drao pointed a war pansy, “you promised to keep your mouth shut. so muh for that.”
“sazar, i hate when you’re in a bad mood,” pansy said, rolling her eyes. “you always drag everyoh you.”
“you’re oalk,” drao huffed.
“obviously, i’m far mhtful than you,” she retorted. her expressiohoughtful as she tapped her fingers agaihighs. “look, it’s been two months.”
“so?”
“drao, you an’t hide in here forever. you’ve got to move on.”
“and how do you suppose i do that?”
“by going out with us,” bise said, pulling drao out of his armhair. “holy, i get it. you’ve had sh stuff going on. but pansy is right. you broke up with astoria for a reason, and now, it’s time to embrae it.”
“embrae—what?”
“just stay quiet ah us,” pansy said. “if you resist, i sut a body-bind you!”
& kiddiied on me, earlier,” bise winked.
“roaned.
&ally hexing his frie pansy grab his arm and apparate them. she did for him to ath his bane befed him ihey? ah, a pub, it seemed. it was already rowded, whih drao detested. there were ables. but pansy dido be bothered by that. she walked straight up to a table in the drao alohi, he had est. he did, however, raise a onfused eyebrow whey blond urls and a warm smile.
“luna?”
pansy stepped aside, giving him a lear view of the person sitting to luna.
“what—”
“drao?”
potter looked as shoked drao felt.
“what the fuk is going on?” drao narrowed his eyes. “did you pn this?” he s exatly sure who he was asking. had they all pogether?
“did you?” paping at luna.
“harry, this is a good thing,” she said, rubbing his shoulder.
“how is—”
“harry.” luna’s expression darkened as drao had never seen before. “you’ve been an awful mess for weeks now.”