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“Look at him,” Draco said to Pansy, tipping slightly further than he’d intended to when he was trying to get a better look at the ridiculously hot bloke leaning against the bar. “Who?” Pansy asked, whipping her head around to follow Draco’s gaze. “Him,” Draco said, extending his arm and bumping his finger into Pansy’s nose because his inebriation had apparently affected his gross motor control. “The one with the arse,” he said, admiring the lovely, round shape wrapped in tight denim. “Don’t you just want to sink your teeth into it?” he asked. “Draco, wh-” “And that hair,” he added, imagining what it would look like if you released those dark curls from the elastic currently binding them. “Imagine sinking your fingers into that long thick hair, maybe pulling it a little while you-” “Draco-” she started again. “Shush,” he chastised, “Don’t interrupt a good day dream,” he said, eyes glued to the man at the bar, “And look at his shoulder muscles,” he added, admiring the way his t-shirt pulled taut across his broad shoulders. The man reached back and scratched his neck, forearm flexing, and Draco might have drooled a bit. “Draco,” she tried again, “How drunk are you?”

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