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It happened to be the same booth Draco was at the other day, and there was still a copy of Machiavelli's The Prince off to one side. Somehow overlooked by the staff.

He came in from outside to look for his book, and then noticed Robbie.

There was a brief, and civil "Excuse me," before he got out his wand to Accio the book to himself.

Robbie looks up and his face noticably pales.

"Hello, Mr. Malfoy," he says politely.

Well, normally he wouldn't mind reactions like that. But not in the mood today.

"Oh, come off it. I'm not going to hex you." Not without a good reason, and certainly not here.

He stowed the wand back in his pocket, and tucked the book under his arm.

"I have no fear of hexes from you. I'm certain I could bear such things with some dignity."

However, Draco's words tended to cut him in ways he wasn't used to.

Robbie clears his throat. "Are you well?"

Pleasantries.

"That's only because you know nothing about them," Superior smirk at that. And yes, he was skilled at acidic communication.

"Well enough."

"You don't know me anymore than I know your hexes, so you have no idea what I can and can't endure, Mr. Malfoy," he says in an even, calm voice.

"I know you're a muggle, and already have an idea how well most of you can deal with them. You don't even know that much about magic, period."

Draco then smirked, "And maybe I know you better than you think."

Robbie chuckles mirthlessly.

"I doubt that. You know what Miniver has told you, and even he only knows what history told him. From what I understand, that is more of my accomplishments and who I shared a bed with than anything about who I was."

Draco just looked at him, "I know more than that. I know what you think of him."

Robbie looks up at Draco, his book forgotten.

"Think of who?" he asks, though something lurches in his gut.

"The gifts, the trips, people don't do that for just anyone. You fancy Miniver, don't you?"

Robbie doesn't blush.

At all.

"I like him. He needs... friends." His voice may be a little strained.

Draco caught the strain in his voice, and remarked, "He has... friends."

He then leaned forward, "Or are you looking for more than that? From either or both even?" Another smirk.

Now Robbie flushes lightly.

"He does have friends, and one such friend is myself. As for what I am looking for, why does that matter to you? I do believe you told me quite clearly where I stand in the scheme of things, though I think you don't know my intent nearly as well as you think you do."

More smirking, and he raised his eyebrow as he coyly asked, "Do I? Maybe I do, only you're afraid to admit it."

"Then enlighten me, Mr. Malfoy. What is it I seek from you, or from Miniver?" he challenges.

The coyness was unsettling. Robbie couldn't decide if Draco was teasing him or if he was seriously after something altogether different than a rise out of the young Victorian.

"What everyone seeks, besides power and money of course."

He then mouthed 'sex', but voiced, "Fun."

He can't resist doing a wind up on a potential target.
If it was just a wind up. Robbie was annoying, but good looking he had to admit. ...Mostly a wind up?

Robbie lifts an eyebrow at that.

This has gone from worrisome to bizarre.

"I didn't think either of you was all that interested in such things," Robbie admits. "Miniver certainly doesn't strike me as the type to pass himself around, and you strike me as the type to be terribly territorial."

This is, of course, not a denial.

He'd told Miniver he wanted him, after all, and Draco was quite attractive, but Robbie has a small fear of Draco. Not a physical fear, but an emotional one. He sees a wolf when he looks at the man, sharp teeth and claws ready to rip him apart when he least expects it.

Fox actually, and looks can be deceiving. But he did have teeth and claws, and very ready to use them as he wished. For pain or pleasure.

"Miniver perhaps not. He considers love all important. Me? I know the difference between love and a good time." He was territorial, but only about relationships. Sex was just sex. Really quite simple difference in his opinion.

"...do you know the difference?" Fox-like grin.

His eyes narrow a little.

"I'm sure I've had more experience in the last five years of my life than you will have in your entire lifetime, Mr. Malfoy," he assures him.

Robbie is promiscuous, though very discreet. Has been since that first fumbling experience in his early school days.

"I can love no other as a lover," he continues, his eyes quite serious, "for Oscar has that position in my heart. There can be no other love like that in my life. Ever. While I care deeply for Miniver, and can be his devoted friend, loving him as a friend loves, I can never give more nor would I desire to. You can rest yourself assured of that."

He feels it important to impart this knowledge to Draco, as if sensing in the young man an insecurity where love is concerned. Robbie will never, ever, have another lover he is in love with.

It's impossible to give what has already been taken.

"I can, however, bed three very beautiful boys in one night and not think anything of it. So, to answer your question, I know very well the difference between love and sex. Now, my question to you. Are you seriously propositioning me or are you merely trying to make me squirm?"

Draco was just learning the idea of it for the past year. Had some ground to gain. For a long time, it just didn't interest him.

As for love... there was an insecurity. It was the first true relationship he's had, and many of the people he's cared about, have left or abandoned him somehow. Robbie was sharp to pick up on it.

He actually seemed amused at the last part. Clever, clever to see the trick.

Draco admitted, "More of the latter actually, but now that you were clever enough to catch on... Well, perhaps." Assessing him again.

Robbie is sharp. He sees things most people ignore. Subtle shifts in tone and body language. He is a master at conforming to every situation, assuming whatever personality or masque necessary. Because of that, and his own deep insecurities he keeps buried, he sees it easily in others.

His own lips turn up into an inviting smile.

"Mr. Malfoy, if you desire my intimate company for an evening, or evenings, you're free to ask." Robbie makes no qualms about sex for sex's sake. There is little flirtation when you're intent is just pleasure. Flirtation and seduction were saved for lovers, for those he desired consistent encounters with. "I can assure you, I would not turn you away." His eyes travel down Draco's body, appreciatively, for the first time. "You're quite attractive, as I'm sure you're well aware."

Not entirely unlike Draco actually. He knew something about masks and keeping up appearances.

Coy smirk again, "Well, aren't you a sharp one for noticing something good, and I do have an eye for things of beauty." Another assessing glance over Robbie's body.

"Which you are, but telling you nothing new, am I?"

"Compliments are never taken for granted," he says with a chuckle. "Beauty is a passion of mine."

There is a sense of surrealism in this conversation.

"But one has to wonder if beauty is all there is, or is there skill and substance below it?"

It's a question is about himself as much as it is about Draco.

"As it is mine." Which was true. The Manor, and his rooms here and in the House were filled with such.

Extremely surreal, but here they were.

"Well, I can speak for myself, can you do the same? Despite 'my lack of experience' as you think of it." He had taken some risks, and he was a fast learner.

Surreal it may be, but Robbie rolls with it as he does everything else in his life.

"I can claim skill, but I don't think I can adequately judge if I possess substance," he says modestly. "And experience doesn't equate skill. I have met many who have had the most limited experience, if any at all, who show... great skill at their chosen talent."

Draco leaned very close, and whispered in his ear, "Well, if you're..." Fingers on his chest, and dancing downward sneakily. "up for a demonstration, do let me know, hmmm?"

Robbie's breath stills and he represses a shiver.

He turns to face Draco--

he's so close

--and just stares at him, cheeks lightly flushed. Grey eyes. Robbie sees no warmth in them, and he wonders if he's playing a game with rules he has no clue about. Some gamble he's making without knowing all the odds.

And Robbie does what he tends to do with beautiful men.

He throws caution to the wind.

Another playful, sly smile as he murmurs, "Anytime, Draco," finally using his name. "I'm always up for such demonstrations."

Before his courage could fail him, he closes the space between them and kisses Draco. It isn't forceful, but it's also not chaste.

Rarely they are capable of warmth, but only a few would ever see it. Most just see the ice, the chill.

Draco smirked, but then it changed when Robbie took up the offer. He wants to play, he can play. And play very well.

The hand continued its dance over Robbie's torso, up and down, while the other came up to draw him close. Draco kissed back, his more forceful and commanding. Also wanting to show off some of his bragged about skill. And he did know a thing or two about kissing.

Robbie, in the back of his mind, thinks this is just a very, very bad idea.

But, then again, Robbie's body rarely listened when his mind spoke.

The skill is appreciated, and it causes the heat to rise in his cheeks, flushing Robbie's features. One of Robbie's hands grip Draco's waist while the other touches his shoulder, but he takes the passive role in this. He recognizes that Draco is far more dominant.

Dominant to some extent, but Draco will switch off at times. He likes the chase, the pounce part especially. Playing, and surprising.

Part of him was wondering what was going on, but he had gone this far. Have to see it out.

The one hand was hovering, and teasing in certain areas. Toying, testing.

More kissing, and then reaching up to lick and nip at an earlobe. Yes, as it was mentioned above, he likes using teeth and nails when he could.

He gasps, hands tightening. Robbie isn't used to teeth and nails, but he's seeing the possibilities in them. He tilts his head more toward Draco's mouth, the hand on his shoulder moving up to caress Draco's throat before moving up into his hair.

"I'm impressed with your skills thus far," he breathes near Draco's ear.

Draco smirked, and his tongue licks along the edge of the ear.

"That's just a taste. And the night's young after all."

And then nibbles down to the side of his neck, sometimes more bites and licks.

That hand was doing some fascinating and highly distracting things right now, and oh yes, at times light scratching. Careful drags with his nails.

"Might be a long night in fact," Draco murmured.

His mind is fogged, distracted as it was by lips and teeth and hands, but he manages to bring his thoughts together enough to form a response.

"You... think so?" he says with a breathless chuckle. "You have the stamina?"

It's lighthearted tease, and the hand on Draco's hip makes it's own journey, teasing, trying to elicit a response with his touch.

"I can manage well enough." Draco remarked as he continued his ministrations on Robbie's neck, and elsewhere.

Draco's hips jerked toward his at the teasing fingers, and both teeth and nails dug in a little with surprise.

Robbie smothers a cry against Draco's shoulder, determined not to embarrass himself in the bar.

But he's spurred on by the reaction, and so Robbie continues his touching, enjoying the newness of Draco. He brings his other hand down from Draco's hair, nails scratching lightly along his neck before plunging down Draco's neckline. The position maybe a little awkward, but he enjoys the exploration and he's not about to sacrifice that in favour of comfort.

Now Draco gave a cry, more of a purring growl from him. Encouraged by the feel of nails. Drawing him close, another move from his hips, and then hissing in his ear.

"I'd say a private demonstration is in order." As fun as it was to tweak the rules, he refused to be near the cells again.

He nods absently.

Robbie has never been confined against his will before, and it's wise to say he never wants to be.

"I think we may require repeated demonstrations," he murmurs. "Just... to be certain of the quality and skill involved."

There was a flush of pink to Draco's pale skin now, and he breathed, "Absolutely."

Robbie grins, looking young and eager with bright eyes and flushed cheeks.

"Where shall we go?"

He has a room here, given to him by Miniver, but he doesn't know if Draco wants that room or his own.

Draco's wisely avoided his room when he's had such trysts. Unless Miniver was to join in, it would be awkward.

"Well, you have a room here, don't you?"

He nods and scoots out of the booth, remembering after a moment to grab his book and notes.

Again, it seems... so very strange... but the feeling of wrongness has evaporated under the weight of arousal. With his book and papers clutched to his chest, he leans in to kiss Draco again, smirking into the touch of lips, then turns towards the stairs.

Draco would certainly agree at the strangeness if he was capable of rational thought at the moment.

But clearly, his current state showed otherwise, briefly kissing back hungrily and commanding again before going along toward the stairs with him.