Humbug.

[dracolicious]

My bollocks are driving me absolutely mad. Due to Christmas ejaculating all over the house thanks to Potter and his holiday fetish I foolishly allow to go unchecked each year, there was an abundance of mistletoe laying about. I had the ingenious idea to tie a sprig around my bits to tease Potter, and now I look like some sort of pervert who can't

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[boywholives]

Tired?

[dracolicious]

How can I be? I can't possibly sleep with this . . . foolishness in my trousers.

[boywholives]

...you put it back on?

[dracolicious]

Of course not! This is just the residual effect of my own idiocy!

[boywholives]

...dare I ask?

[dracolicious]

This was all for you, Potter. Remember that.

[boywholives]

It's greatly appreciated. How can I ever repay your good deed?

[dracolicious]

By having the mercy to put me out of my misery.

[boywholives]

Children, Daddy has an itch. I'm going to scratch it. No giggling.

Better?

[dracolicious]

HARDER. I hate myself right now.

[boywholives]

Surely there's a salve that would help...this is borderline obscene.

[dracolicious]

I've already tried all of my usual tricks, and I'll be damned if I'm going to ask my godfather for something a bit stronger. I do have some shame left.

[boywholives]

Want me to ask? He enjoys laughing at my expense anyway...

[dracolicious]

He probably wouldn't give it to you out of spite unless he knew it was really for me, which defeats the point.

[boywholives]

Just ask! Tell him it's my fault.

[dracolicious]

Which it is---FINE. BRING ME A QUILL.