“that’s a seret i’ll be taking to my grave, i’m afraid,” he said.
annoyahe wizard’s fae, whih he quikly tried to mask with a smile.
“of ourse.” fi go of potter’s hainising him. “i was very sorry to hear about your retionship with young mrs. weasley. are you here on your own?”
before drao k e a hand on his hip whih pulled him against potter’s side.
“i’m not, atually,” potter said, his lips strething into a devious smile. the heat of the sun suddeo burn drao alive. it was the same gesture potter had used to make drao jealous. only, he oer was iming.
& disussed the details of today’s…arra. yes, drao otter’s date, but they had whether or not they would be open about it. while drao kher had strong suspiions about his prefere had been very muh implied on numerous oasions he was o make it publi knowledge. well, so muh for that.
it was more than surprising that potter was atiually. after everythiold him, drao had beeo keep a low profile, espeially wheo his private life. all it would take was some shady reporter behind a bush, takiures, and the wh world would go bonkers. speaking of whih…
the old wizard was still gawking at them, shok written all over his fae.
“but—but that’s drao malfoy,” he spluttered. drao’s stomah lurhed unomfortably. even though he wahe wizard, his eyes iently waer’s fae whe him pulling him loser.
“i’m a luky guy, aren’t i?” potter said, his eyes piering drao’s. the world around them suddeo ome to a halt. drao ker had just said that to provoke the old wizard, but the way he was looking at him…it almost made drao believe potter atually meant it. he had no idea how loahis, stariher, until somebody bumped into drao, yanking him bak to reality. potter seemed a bit startled, too, and removed his hand from drao’s hip.
“he’s goered, gning over his shoulder.
“i thought you had a problem ointing people,” drao said quietly, feeling more ohan ever.
“he was being a dik,” potter said with a frown.
“was grabbing me really hrumbled, suddenly feeling embarrassed.
& even aknowledge you!” potter said, heatedly. “it’s obvious you’re my date, but he urpose. he talked about you as if you weren’t standing right to me.”
drao blihis what it felt like to be end of potter’s hivalry? even though drao oint out he was more thaing his own battles, he had to admit, it didoo bad to have potter defend him like that. not bad at all.
“you’ve got to stop doing that,” potter murmured. his voie sounded raspier than before.
“what?” drao knitted his brows together in onfusion. what was he doing?
“biting your lip like that.”
drao ouldhe shiver that seized him at hearing the longing in potter’s voie. this time, he was absolutely sure he wasn’t imagining thied him. merlin, if only he knew how muh drao wanted him!
“you wa of here?” potter whispered.
“but the eremony hased yet.”
&epped loser, until their bodies were almost touhing. drao felt his breath on his fae ae of himself. it t in him to hold still when potter slowly trailed his fingers aross drao’s heek and then —drao gulped —down his nek.
“but…won’t g be mad if you—”
“you really want to talk abht now?”
he really, really didn’t.
“okay, let’s go,” drao roaked.
“yours or mine?”
it was hard, trying to form ohereenes. yours or mine? merlin, his kihis was it, wasn’t it? he’d fio himself. desire fred up inside him, mingling with an undeniable rush of er erie far more experiehan drao. maybe it would at least help to be in the familiarity of his own home?
“mine,” he finally said, swallowing around the lump in his throat. potter nodded a his fingers on his arms. braihe unomfortable sution of apparition, he squared his shoulders and balled his hands into fists. he startled when warm fingers suddenly losed arht fist. instintively, his musles loose no time iwining their fingers.
“befo…”
drao let himself be lead into the house, into the hallway, where potter stopped and pulled him lose.
“this is your ha of this,” he murmured, his eyes searhing drao’s.
“what?” drao breathed. he was too dizzy for a lever response.
“tell me if you waop,” potter whispered, his gaze fliking down to drao’s mouth. merlin, ant him to stop? “drao, do you wao—”
“don’t stop,” drao roaked, feeliing in potter’s arms. how lohis? how often had he dreamed about this? how long had he yearter, wanting him so badly it had driven him insane?
every fiber of him seemed t, his heart jigging around iiipation. would reality be able to keep up with his dreams? would potter be really as good as drao had imagined? would he be gentle? rough? would he—sweet mother that is holy!
if potter hadn’t held him seurely in his arms, drao was sure he would have floated aress of potter’s lips against his, the soft srape of his beard against drao’s skin, his intoxiatihe way his hands were d