‘How is this going to work?’ he asks, eating a chip from his side of the bowl.
Malfoy stretches his long legs. He rests one on the bottom of Harry’s stool. ‘Quid pro quo. I attend one of your parties, you attend one of mine. I pretend to be awfully in love with you, you pretend to be atrociously enamoured with me. My parents back off, your boyfriend seethes with jealousy. Everyone wins.’ He says it lightly, but there is a hint of bitterness in his tone; something Harry can’t quite make out.
‘We show up together then? Holding hands?’
‘You could put your arm around my waist,’ Malfoy says. ‘I’m sure I won’t faint.’ He gives a fake shudder and then chuckles, and Harry wants to punch him. It’s all a joke to him.
‘What about — the rest?’
Malfoy slides an amused look at him. ‘Do you want to fuck me, Potter?’ His eyes travel down Harry’s body suggestively and he licks his lips.
‘No! You prick.’ Harry finishes his pint, feeling stupidly flustered. Malfoy’s giving him a headache and he’s not sure he can do this one-on-one for long. But at least in parties, it’s not going to be just them. He hopes. ‘I meant… kissing, or, I don’t know, caressing…’
He suspects more mockery will be coming from Malfoy and he’s one second away from storming out of this pub and this stupid, stupid idea, but Malfoy surprisingly hesitates. For once, he looks as if he’s giving the matter serious thought. ‘I’d be down for some hair stroking, back caressing… Merlin, let’s be daring. If you want, you can grab my arse.’ He picks up the coaster and is making short work of it. Shreds of it fall on their feet. ‘But no kissing. Not on the lips.’
‘OK. I wanted to be sure,’ Harry says, watching Malfoy tear a napkin in pieces now. He’s so fucking weird. ‘It’s good to be clear about these things. I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.’ As I clearly am.
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