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There is one more empty bed in the infirmary.
The reason for that is sitting on the piano, glancing around the bar with sharp green eyes.
He's a little slow still, but really feeling much better.
Really.
The reason for that is sitting on the piano, glancing around the bar with sharp green eyes.
He's a little slow still, but really feeling much better.
Really.
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"I...I...gah...." And there was more stunned mumbling in there.
"...I don't know."
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It takes a lot of willpower.
After a moment, he says softly, "Could I possibly induce you to entertain the notion that I should claim that coveted position?"
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"Fine, yes, you win. You're a damn good kisser. Ecstatic now?" He remarked scathingly, despite the fact he basically admitted that he enjoyed it.
It didn't help he didn't have much comparisons for it either. Pansy? Willing girl, but at times she acted like a gasping fish. Ginny? Not bad for a blood traitor. Molly? Fair, slightly better than her daughter. Arthur's genes certainly didn't improve things there...
And he hadn't been able to kiss Wednesday yet, so no luck or comparison available there.
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:D
"I am, in fact," he informs him. "Rather."
And, with one more kiss-- hard and abrupt and though there isn't any magic to speak of save long years of experience, there may be a bit of tongue somewhere in it-- Puck pats Draco on the head and disappears.
Silvery laughter may echo in his wake.
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He snarled a reply in response, and stormed off to vent somewhere. Likely hexing the demon bunnies out back for a while. There was a litany of various curses under his breath in his wake.