The End Is The Beginning Is The End

Draco glared down at Veatris.

'Where have you been?'

He shrugged, 'Out.'

He grabbed his shoulder, 'How dare you.  Answer me!'

Veatris removed his hand very gingerly and proceeded to brush off the place where his hand once was, as if it were dirt.

Draco gaped at him

'I enjoyed our games, Draco, but now I've found something far more entertaining to occupy my time.  Or to be precise, someone.'

Draco shook his head, 'How dare you?  Who is it?'

Veatris smiled, 'A woman.  Surprising, I know.'

'But, you don't like women, you said they disgust you more than anything!'

Veatris, who had turned to go, looked over his shoulder and smiled ever so slightly, 'You should try them some time.  They aren't all that bad.'

He blew him a kiss as he walked out the door--a close call indeed because Draco proceeded to hurl a number of hexes at him. 

'I will end you.'