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[dracolicious]

I've been feeling out of sorts. Now that Granger has ousted me from most of the renovation goings on, I find myself shuffling about listlessly with very little to do. I suppose I should be focusing on that godforsaken fundraising event, but even that leaves a bitter taste in my mouth that only mass quantities of my preferred pork products can

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[boywholives]

Feel better?

[boywholives]

Nevermind that he often licks his own balls and then chews on the rawhide, you're concerned about the possible sharp edges...

[dracolicious]

Sharp edges that would cut and allow the canine testicle leavings and dried up saliva germs to enter my bloodstream instantly. . . .

I hate you right now, Potter. No shagging tonight.

[boywholives]

Well, technically, you've already broken that rule.

[dracolicious]

No more shagging, then.

[boywholives]

...

[dracolicious]

Until after midnight.

[boywholives]

Draco?

[dracolicious]

What.

[boywholives]

Shut up.

[dracolicious]

. . . All right. But61wgbnejgni9peja;sed

[boywholives]

Give me one good reason we shouldn't use Malfoy Manor for the fundraiser.

[dracolicious]

Because my father would like it.

[boywholives]

Not good enough. Lots of people would like it.

[dracolicious]

Well . . . I'll think of something, then. Besides, it's midnight. In case you were wondering.

[boywholives]

Sleepy?