Bitter

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Bitter sweet

Grimmauld Place (today)

Ginny realized that the buzzing sound going on all around her was coming from inside her head. Upon the realization, she blinked slowly and looked around her.

She was in Grimmauld Place. Standing in the sitting room. Was she still standing? She stretched out an arm to feel the solid wall next to her. Yes, she was still on her feet.

What was that smell? It was suffocating her. That…it was…the stench of male sex. Hot, sweaty, physical…the bitter smell of semen…not Harry’s. She knew his…this other smell…was…all snake.

Her light-headedness increased and she felt a hand close around her arm and she looked up, grateful for the help.

Then she remembered.

Harry had been on his knees, in front of that devil Malfoy, doing…? Doing what? Had Malfoy really licked semen from her fiancee’s face?

“-inny? Ginny? Are you all right?”

Harry’s face swam into focus and Ginny’s heart pounded in her chest and the rush of hurt, fury and fear all collided together. She jerked her arm loose.

“You…and…and…Malfoy?? How long has…” She clamped her mouth shut as she felt tears bubble from the corner of her eyes.

Harry looked stricken, but determined. “Ginny! Let me explain.”

Ginny swelled two sizes and her face contorted. “What’s to explain, Harry? You…you…are you gay? Is that why it took so long…to ask me to marry you?”

“NO! Ginny, listen. I’m not gay…at least not in the traditional sense. I’ve been involved with men before, but it’s over with them.”

Ginny shook her head in disbelief. “You sucking Malfoy’s cock doesn’t seem like it’s over, Harry! Why didn’t you tell me that you’d been…involved with him? How long has that been going on!”

Harry winced at Ginny’s crude words. She’d never used the word ‘cock’ before in her life. He reached for her, but she pushed him away.

Harry lowered his head. “Ginny, I’m so sorry! I have no excuse for what just happened. I’ve cut him out of my life. He…he’s not listening to me.”

“HOW LONG WERE YOU INVOLVED WITH HIM?”

Harry raised his head and stared at her. “Ginny, please…”

Ginny’s hand flashed out and Harry’s face stung hard. “Answer me!!” Ginny’s chest was heaving up and down, as she struggled to take breaths. The tears were pushing themselves from under her lashes.

Harry tried to get close to her, to hug her…anything. Anything to take that look of betrayal and pain off her face. But he knew it wouldn’t do any good.

“Ginny…it’s…fuck…it was for a while. But I ended it…six months ago. I swear…nothing has happened until tonight!”

Ginny burst into tears and Harry felt the world drop out from under his feet. His stomach knotted and he moved hesitantly forward, reaching out to touch her shoulder.

Ginny flinched from Harry’s touch, but she didn’t push him away. “How…long…” she whispered.


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Three years, eleven months and nineteen days earlier:

Draco was getting increasingly pissed off with the goblin that was glaring at him from across the counter. How many times did they have to present the same legal documents?

Narcissa, elegant in her pale green robes, (although she had worn them twice now), continued to smile pleasantly at the goblin.

“I trust that you now have all of the necessary documents? The Malfoy holdings are still being held here are they not?”

The goblin looked affronted. “We have never lost a vault! Such a thing doesn’t happen.”

Narcissa frowned at this and Draco scoffed. “My aunt’s vault was robbed and a dragon escaped from here. Explain that.”

The goblin huffed loudly and lowered its voice. “That was an entirely different situation. A traitorous goblin helped the humans. They would not have succeeded if it hadn’t been for the traitor. No wizard can beat our security system.”

Draco drawled, “Yeah, they didn’t have to beat it, they simply rode it out of here.”

The goblin’s eyes blazed red and Narcissa shushed him.

“Draco, it’s undignified to argue with these…cashiers.” She looked at the goblin. “Are we quite finished? This has taken an inordinate amount of time. I’m beginning to feel that Malfoy money is no longer welcomed or appreciated here.”

The goblin gave a sinister smile, one that made Draco’s hair stand on end.

“The Malfoy family is one of our oldest and best customers. I am so sorry for the delay.” Its gnarled hands pushed their documents towards them.

Narcissa placed the documents in her purse. “That’s better. I expect better service in the future.”

They left the bank and both pretended that they didn’t notice the stares or the slight hissing from other customers.

Once outside, they headed towards Madam Malkin’s. “I’ll only be a moment, Draco. Besides, you need some more formal robes. It’s beyond time that you find a wife.”

Draco rolled his eyes. “Mother, give it a rest. We’re not exactly on the top of the social register right now.”

Narcissa stopped short in front of the store. “It’s that attitude that’s going to do us in, Draco! We are Malfoy’s! We will be on top again, and you make sure you remember that! Things may be different now, but tradition still stands for something.”

She walked into the shop and Draco followed, mumbling about the scolding he had just received. He wished she would stop treating him like a child! He was twenty-one for Merlin’s sake!

Draco turned his attention to a richly embroidered maroon shirt and matching cloak, while Narcissa headed towards Madam Malkin, who was talking to another customer. He liked the shirt, but he thought the cloak was a bit much. Besides, it looked to close to those gawdy Gryffindor colors.

Draco looked around to see where his mother had gotten to. He saw her standing near a fitting room and Draco headed towards her.

“Mother, I’m going to go to Quality Quidditch-“

Narcissa had paled. In fact, she looked like she was about to faint.

“Mother? What’s the matter?”

“I think she’s shocked to see me.”

Draco whirled around and his mouth fell open in surprise. A woman stood there, holding the hand of a small boy of about five years old. The boy had brown hair and brown eyes and was staring at them solemnly.

There was something familiar about her. She reminded him of…of Aunt Bella.

Narcissa clutched weakly at Draco’s arm. “Andromeda? Andy?”

Draco started. “This is Aunt Andromeda? She looks like Aunt Bella!”

Andromeda winced and then looked angry. “Don’t speak her name to me! Just…don’t! She…took my Dora.” She took a huge gulp of air.

The boy looked up at her. “Nana? Are you OK?”

Andromeda seemed to come to herself again. “Yes, Teddy. Nana’s fine. But it’s time to go and get that ice cream you wanted.”

She looked at Narcissa one last time then pulled the boy’s hand and they left the shop. The boy turned and looked back at them one final time before he disappeared out of the door.

Draco looked at his mother. Narcissa looked ill and her face was red. “I-I need some air.”

Narcissa raced through the store and to the exit. Draco hurried after her.

Andromeda hadn’t gotten far. She stood just outside the entrance, holding the boy’s hand tightly. She was staring off into space.

Narcissa stopped just behind her. “Andy? It’s been so long.”

Andromeda turned to look at her and Draco saw the wrinkles in her face and the gray in her hair. She looked old. Haggard.

“You turned your back on me, Cissy. All of these years. And now there’s no one left. Did you know that Ted was killed? And my Dora? Killed by Bella’s hand.”

Narcissa blanched and she lowered her head. “Oh, Andy…I’m…” She swallowed hard. “Please…can we…talk?”

Andromeda didn’t answer. The boy tugged on Andromeda’s robes. “Nana, how come they look like angels?”

Andromeda smiled weakly and Narcissa stared at the boy. “This is Dora’s son?”

She nodded and pushed him forward. “This is Teddy. Teddy, this is…Mrs. Malfoy and her son, Draco.”

Teddy nodded and said, “Hi.”

Narcissa looked slightly pained at Andromeda’s introduction of her but she tried to smile anyway. “Hello, Teddy.”

Draco watched his mother and then turned his attention to Teddy. But Teddy was no longer looking at them. Something behind them had obviously caught his attention because the child began clapping his hands and laughed happily. Before Draco could turn around to see what had caused such joy, Teddy’s hair changed color.

It went from a rusty, reddish brown to deep ebony and began to curl on the ends. His eyes changed colors next. They changed from brown to a bright emerald green.

Draco’s mouth fell open. A small scar appeared on his forehead. A rather familiar scar in fact.

Draco took a step back. “Did you see that? He…how’d he do that?”

A deep voice sounded by his left ear. “He’s a Metamorphmagus. He can change at will.”

Draco almost tripped, flinching away from the husky seductive sound that was making its way up his spine.

Harry appeared on his left side, holding a stuffed dragon. Teddy reached for the dragon and hugged it to him. He then leaned against Harry’s leg, grabbing a hold of his trousers.

Draco now understood the change the boy had taken. He was now a miniature Harry Potter. Draco realized that Teddy looked exactly as Harry probably did at that age. Draco felt his heart lurch in his chest. He was absolutely adorable.

And Merlin…the older version.

Harry was looking at Draco with an amused expression. “He’s quite good, actually. He can imitate just about anything. It’s quite a skill.”

Draco snapped his eyes away from Teddy, knowing that he’d been staring at him with an adoring look. He wanted to take him home and play games with him. This little Harry…

But now he was face to face with big Harry and that was much worse. And the look that big Harry was giving him was sending all sorts of confusing signals all over his body. Harry was dressed in Auror robes, but they were not fastened, so Draco could see Harry’s neat black pants underneath. His eyes involuntarily were scanning his crotch area and Draco could definitely tell that Tracy had been right.

Harry didn’t have little bits.

With a rapidly drying mouth and his own tingling bits, he snorted. “Sounds criminal if you ask me. He can do what others try to do with Polyjuice. No wonder you became an Auror. Keep an eye on him, you mean.”

Harry’s face changed instantly. The warm look he’d been giving to Teddy morphed into something resembling a cold-blooded killer. Teddy’s lip was now trembling and a fat tear rolled down his check. Mini Harry Potter crying.

Teddy turned into Harry’s legs and shuddered.

Draco felt the beginnings of something that felt oddly like guilt…or remorse.

Harry knelt down and hugged the boy to him. “Teddy, don’t pay any attention to what outsiders say. You have a wonderful gift, don’t ever be ashamed of it, OK?”

Teddy nodded and clutched the dragon tighter. Harry stood up and the look he gave Draco would have melted steel. Something in the back of Draco’s brain spoke up to remind him that this man had defeated the greatest Dark wizard. All at the tender age of seventeen. And now he’d just made some mini replica of him cry. And the original looked as if he was going to snap his neck with his bare hands.

Harry crossed the small distance and got in Draco’s face. Draco stood his ground, albeit with sweaty palms.

And a hard cock.

“What’s the matter with you, Malfoy? Now you take to picking on children? You didn’t get enough of that at Hogwarts? You’re a grown man!”

“I didn’t know the kid was going to cry. I didn’t mean anything by it. It was just…freaky, that’s all. He’s surely on his way to being a Hufflepuff, so sensitive and all that rot.”

Harry hissed in annoyance, “There’s nothing wrong with being in Hufflepuff. His mother was a Hufflepuff.”

Draco’s look clearly indicated that Harry was sorely mistaken on that notion.

“And that’s something to brag about?”

“I see you haven’t changed at all. Still that stuck-up, racist pureblood trash. I’m so glad I’m an Auror, because I can beat your arse legally now.”

Draco tilted his head and sucked his teeth. “Don’t hide behind your “robes”. You think you can beat my arse? Let’s see you try it.”

Harry’s eyes narrowed and he leaned in closer, careful to not scare Teddy who was watching them with wide eyes.

“That day will come, Malfoy. Sooner than you think.”

Even though his life was being threatened by one of the most powerful wizards in Britain, Draco was still acutely aware of how hard Harry’s chest was, seeing that it was pressing against his own. His cock squirmed, seeking attention.

Harry pulled back slightly and watched Draco’s eyes. Draco stared back defiantly. “I’ll be waiting, Potter,” he said nastily. “And you’ll be knocked off that high horse that you’ve been clinging to for years.”

Harry smiled then, showing only his top teeth. “You won’t have to wait long. Believe me.” Harry’s green eyes sparkled in challenge and Draco had never seen anything quite so alluring before. His eyes widened slightly and Harry quirked an eyebrow. A look that Draco couldn’t quite fathom crossed Harry’s face.

Draco watched in growing dismay as Harry’s eyes traveled down the front of Draco’s body and stopped at his bulging erection. Draco was wearing robes, thank Merlin, and the erection couldn’t be seen by Harry. So why was he looking like he could?

Draco swallowed nervously and Harry raised his eyes and stared at him. The look was slightly predatory.

Draco liked it.

Wait, no he didn’t!

“You don’t scare me, Potter. I’m not MacMillan. I don’t scamper away like a frightened little girl. I’ve never backed down from you.”

Harry’s lips quirked. “And that’s what going to make breaking you even better.”

Draco’s retort was on his lips when Narcissa’s voice floated to him. He’d almost forgotten that she was even there.

“Mister Potter, I’m hoping that you will come along as well.”

Two faces of identical confusion looked back.

“Ummmm…come along where?” Harry asked. He hadn’t meant to sound so sharp.

Narcissa gazed at him evenly. “Back to Manor for lunch. I never thanked you properly for what you did for my family.”

Draco looked gobsmacked. “What? Invite him for lunch? Mother, have you lost your mind?”

Andromeda was frowning and Narcissa’s eyes flashed dangerously. “Draco Abraxas Malfoy. I didn’t raise you to act so uncivilized! Apologize at once.”

Harry snorted. “Well, you did raise him to be a Death Eater. So what did you expect?”

Now it was Andromeda’s turn to look appalled and Narcissa simply smiled lightly.

“I raised my son to honor our ways, Mister Potter. Something that you grew up knowing nothing about. I am not pleased with the way things turned out for my family, but we have worked to make amends for things that happened. I’d like very much for you and my sister to accompany us for lunch. Please.”

Harry cast a sideways glance at Andromeda. He didn’t owe her anything, after all this was her family. It wouldn’t matter if he didn’t go. He could think of thousands of other things he wanted to do instead of sitting across a table from Narcissa and Draco Malfoy.

Andromeda gave a small shrug, as if saying it was up to him.

Harry licked his lips and glanced at Draco. The blond’s eyes followed the tongue with the accuracy of a laser.

Harry grinned. “I wouldn’t miss this for anything.”

He chuckled at the low groan that emanated from Draco’s direction.


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Lunch was a disaster.

Well, it depends on what one expected the outcome to be.

Narcissa spent the first thirty minutes crying about how she had treated her older sister. This sent Andromeda into water works as well, and both women sobbed in tandem, wailing about the injustice of their parents, the insanity of their eldest sister and the loss of loved ones. They holed themselves up in the parlor, waving hankies like little old maids.

The house-elves had descended upon Teddy like locusts, plying the boy with sweets and toys. It had been years since a child was in the Manor and the elves doted upon him. The sound of childish laughter rang throughout the Manor and Draco knew he was going to be in for a very long night. His mother was never going to let up on about marriage and children.

This left Draco to entertain Potter.

Potter was looking around the Manor with a combination of revulsion and curiosity.

Draco sighed. “You don’t have any manners at all, do you?”

The Gryffindor smirked. “Meaning what, Malfoy?”

“If you wanted a tour, you should have just asked, instead of gawking like some child.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “Who said I wanted a tour? I’ve been here before, remember? I saw the dungeons and the living room, complete with pet werewolf and servant Death Eaters. Everyone was most helpful.”

Draco huffed, “Look, that was a long time ago. And yes, there was quite a lot of riff-raff traipsing through my home at that time. I certainly didn’t want that werewolf or those Death Eaters or You-Know-Who in my house.”

“Riff-raff? They were murderers. Oh, those were your father’s guests, right? Even though you invited that same werewolf and Death Eaters to Hogwarts? Coincidence, I suppose.”

“Fuck, Potter! You’re still on about all of that? It was a mistake! I was just trying to save my parents, all right? You know that already!”

Harry’s brow furrowed. “Yeah, Malfoy. I know.”

“Then why are you giving me a hard time about it?”

Harry looked away from Draco. “A lot of people died because of Voldemort. A lot of people that I cared about. You were no Death Eater, but you’re still guilty. Voldemort forced you to do those things and I know you hated doing them, because I saw. You still haven’t paid for what happened, Malfoy. None of you did. But you and your mother saved my life. I never thanked either of you for that. So, thank you.”

Draco looked down at the floor, admiring a piece of ancient marble. “Yeah. Thank you for saving me from that fiendfyre. And that Death Eater who was going to kill me.”

A long silence followed.

“I’m still going to break you, though. And yes, I’d like a tour.”

Draco looked up and liked what he saw.

Draco showed him the various rooms in the Manor worthy of attention. The massive library now bereft of all dark subjects. The art gallery full of Malfoy nobility, which basically was a lot of old blond people sneering from ancient portraits; his father’s collection of rare and expensive artifacts.

Harry had to admit he was impressed with this room. He practically drooled over a 10th century sword. “It’s rumored to belong to a descendant of Slytherin himself. Yes, those diamonds are quite real.”

The preserved body of a Snidget. “It’s from one of the first Quidditch games ever played, when live birds were still used.”

The gardens.

Harry shielded his eyes from the noonday sun as he looked out over the expansive shrubbery.

“Neville would love this place.” He bent to smell a purple blossom. He marveled in delight when the flower turned white.

Draco nodded towards the blossoms. “Those are Exmovçre. They change colors with the person’s emotions.”

“You’re into Herbology?”

“Not really, but I grow certain things for my potions research.”

“Ahhh…like Snape. You were definitely his favorite.”

“You definitely weren’t.”

Harry smiled as he remembered Snape. “Yeah, but my mother was his. Snape saved me more times than I realized. I just wish he could have been different towards me. But…the past was too painful for him. Couldn’t get past certain things.”

“Well, you have more in common with Snape than I would ever have guessed.”

“You’re guilty of that as well, Malfoy.”

Draco pursed his lips and then headed towards a small table that was nestled amongst flowers and a large shade tree. Harry watched him closely and Draco nodded towards the other chair.

“You can sit, Potter.”

Harry sat down across from Draco. “When’s lunch, I’m starving. Hermione would kill me if she knew that I was eating from a house-elves labor.”

Draco gave him a conspiratorial smile. He called out, “Helly!”

An elf popped into the garden instantly. It bowed low. “Yes, Master Draco.”

“Bring whatever sweet you have in the kitchen.”

The elf looked disapproving. “Master Draco, we is preparing lunch! Mistress will be upset-“

“Just do it! Don’t tell her, of course.”

The elf nodded and vanished. Draco leaned back, surveying Harry from hooded eyes.

His original assessment of the Gryffindor had changed. Not only had Harry become quite the man, but a gorgeous one as well. Harry’s skin had a healthy glow to it, a slight ruggedness, which showed the man had spent quite a bit of time outdoors. Now that the glasses were gone, Harry’s eyes seemed wider with long dark lashes. He had a straight nose and full upper lips. That was something of an anomaly in Europeans.

It was just right for sucking on.

Draco didn’t know what was happening to him. He had just accepted the fact that he found Blaise attractive. Now he was scoping out his enemy’s finer body parts. Draco was beginning to suspect that he was about to find out something major about himself. The fact that he was rock hard again was a big clue.

Harry was staring back at him with equal intensity.

Draco was a stunningly good looking man. But he had been that way at Hogwarts as well. Only his personality detracted from his looks. Draco had been all points and right angles as a teenager, and even though he was still lean, his love of sweets and lack of Quidditch had filled in a few of the sharp edges. His blond hair was past his shoulders and the front was pulled back with a knot.

Harry was loathe to admit he’d always wanted to touch his hair. Too see if it was soft as it looked. And maybe see how hard he could pull it while he fucked him.

That image brought a rise to his pants. Harry sighed and shifted to find a better angle. He was very well-endowed and covering his erection was often difficult. He really didn’t want Malfoy to know that he had one, even though he suspected that the blond was having his own erectile problems.

As both men squirmed in discomfort, Helly returned with a crack.

And a large tray that had two big slices of some sort of chocolate cake and a large banana split.

Harry and Draco both forgot their cocks in the presence of sweet cream like that.

“Small Master Teddy is wanting the banana split. So Helly is making another one for Master Draco and Harry Potter.”

Harry smiled at the elf as he pulled the large plate towards him. “Harry Potter is loving Helly for this.”

The elf actually gushed in the praise. “Harry Potter is being a most wonderful wizard!”

Draco grunted, but didn’t put up much of a fuss over that statement. The chocolate torte was calling his name.

Draco slid his fork into the smooth chocolate and put it to his lips. He slid it in and sighed happily. He glanced at Harry. How peasant like it was to eat a banana split, when you had chocolate torte around.

Draco’s love affair with chocolate quickly became overshadowed by Harry’s affair with the banana.

Harry had actually broken off a piece of the pale yellow fruit and had dipped it into some of the whipped and ice cream. As Draco stared helpless and fascinated, Harry’s tongue would slide out gracefully and suck in the end of the banana. The cream would disappear and then Harry would bite down gently on the roughly textured fruit.

Harry’s eyes were closed as he enjoyed his dessert, a small smile playing at his lips.

Draco wasn’t sure how much more he could take of watching Harry’s throat as it swallowed that cream.

“Do you like chocolate? You should try some of this.”

Harry’s eyes snapped open and he eyed the piece of cake.

“It’s a torte. Pretty sweet though, but very good.”

Harry reached for the plate just as Draco reached to push it towards him.

Their hands met in the center.

Skin brushing skin.

Draco tried not to yank his hand away. It would be too immature if he did. But Harry’s skin felt like hot coals against his cool elegant limbs.

Harry didn’t seem to notice and he placed the fork full of cake into his mouth.

“Ohhh…Malfoy,” he whispered. “Yessss.”

Draco’s lips parted at Harry’s whispered praise of the sweet. Please let him be talking about the cake. Draco wouldn’t be able to handle it if he wasn’t.

His tongue would slide out slowly and gently tease the end of the fork, the chocolate wetting the tip and then Harry’s tongue would disappear and his full lips would push together in a semi-pout and then the pink tease would appear again to lick his lips.

Draco’s cock was roaring for attention now and Draco actually feared that he would come right there at the table. What was he, twelve??

Harry’s eyes opened, the green reflecting the sunlight. Draco almost moaned out loud at the look of utter bliss on Harry’s face.

“Oh my God, that’s…sin in a cake form. You barely touched yours. Bless your elf for bringing this out.”

Draco lifted his own fork then and he slid it in, his tongue swirling around the silver tines. Harry left off of his own fork to watch the smooth glide of Draco’s utensil. Draco’s lips tightened around the fork, his tongue then lavishing each tine, making sure every spot of chocolate and cake was gone.

Harry found that he was having a bit of trouble breathing normally.

Draco smirked from behind his fork. Finally! He’d gotten some sort of reaction from the Gryffindor. And knowing that Potter had at least some sort of attraction to men, Draco felt much better. He was the ultimate man. Potter better be attracted to him!

Harry put down his fork and grinned mischievously. He leaned over the banana split and picked up one of the two cherries that were on top.

He held the cherry out to Draco. “I don’t eat…cherries. Perhaps you do?”

Draco looked at the fruit dangling from Potter’s fingers. He then reached out and picked up the other cherry. “Maybe not the one…but two together look…interesting.”

Harry raised an eyebrow and then nodded. “I see.”

Harry took the other cherry from Draco’s hand and sucked both of them in his mouth.

Draco’s eyes crossed.

Harry worked them around for a minute, then pulled them out by the stems. “I’ll suck them, but I don’t eat them.”

Draco bit his lip, then leaned forward and captured both cherries in his mouth, straight from Potter’s hand. He pulled them off the stems and then swallowed them. Whole.

“Swallowing is good.” Harry said, his voice was low; husky.

Draco’s hand had dropped to his trousers now, all pretense gone. “Fuck, Potter.”

“Are you asking?”

Oh my fucking god.

“Yesssss.”

Harry stood up and Draco looked at the bulge that was practically ripping itself out of Potter’s pants. Draco hurriedly stood up, almost knocking his chair over in his haste.

Harry stalked over to where Draco was standing. “Are you sure, Malfoy? Don’t tease me.”

Draco was damn near humping Potter’s leg. “Fuck, I’m sure. Just…do something.”

Harry’s hand moved like lightning. And Draco hips bucked against Harry’s palm, which was now cupping him. Harry whispered in his ear.

“So ready, aren’t you? I can taste it.” Harry’s tongue, which was still cold from the ice cream, swiped across his ear. Draco whined and grabbed Harry’s shoulder, his fingers tightening on the muscled bicep.

“Can we go to your place?” Draco whispered, desperate for something…anything. “Mother will be hunting us down if we stay here.”

Harry nodded and Draco sighed in relief. He reluctantly pulled away. “I can’t apparate you from here. You’re not set in the wards.”

And then the most unwelcome sound wafted towards them.

“Draco? You’re not leaving! We have guests and now you have some more company.”

Draco turned and stared in grim disappointment. His mother stood there with Andromeda. Behind them were Blaise and Pansy.

Both his friends were looking at him as if he’d grown another head.

Pansy walked towards him. “Draco, we’re supposed to be going shopping, remember?” She glanced at Harry, and had to quell the sudden wetness that had flooded her knickers. Fuck, Potter was hot!

Tracy had gone more in depth about Potter’s prowess in bed the night after the graduation. Tracy’s details had her creaming her panties. Boy, did she want a turn on the Gryffindor God.

Draco looked at her, annoyance clearly written all over him. Pansy could smell the lust in the air.

“Another time then, Malfoy.”

Harry nodded at Pansy, then walked towards Andromeda and Narcissa. He spoke briefly to them and Narcissa nodded. Andromeda leaned over and kissed his cheek.

Harry glanced at Blaise, who was eyeing him with a nasty expression. Harry laughed and then disappeared into the house, most likely going to floo home or wherever he was going to end up that night.

Draco felt like crying.