Mild success with a dash of cilantro.

[dracolicious]

Accompanying Shane and Charles for an afternoon of picking out a painfully eclectic mishmash of home furnishings is further testament to my bountiful supply of patience. My tongue may be permanently scarred from nearly biting it in half during the course of the outing, but I feel it was worth it to reassure myself that I have better taste than

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[shearly]

I fucking well knew it.

[dracolicious]

You know nothing of the sort, now stop being ridiculous.

[shearly]

You know how I suspected, Draco? You of all people should know.

[dracolicious]

Enlighten me. I could use a laugh.

[shearly]

You didn't ask enough questions when I got back, and for someone with the need to control everyone else's life, that can only mean one thing. But I gave you the benefit of the doubt as my friend that you wouldn't feel the need to do such a thing.

Clearly I was mistaken.

[boywholives]

It wasn't him - it was me.

[shearly]

And Draco was oblivious to all of it, was he? Forgive me if I don't particularly believe that.

[boywholives]

It was me.

[shearly]

Draco? You're awfully quiet.

[dracolicious]

It may have been Potter's plan, but I wasn't forced to go along. I did that all by myself. It seemed so much simpler than harassing you for details, and any solicitor will tell you that memories from a direct observer are admissible in the courts.

[boywholives]

Draco shush-

[shearly]

No, let him talk, Harry.

How else did you two justify this?

[dracolicious]

There wasn't much justification necessary. We wanted to be prepared for any unfortunate turn of events just as badly as you and Charles must.

[shearly]

This is my life, Malfoy. I can take care of my own daughter. I'm her father, not you!

[boywholives]

Draco has done nothing but try and help you with her! We both have!

[dracolicious]

Clearly.

I'll keep the solicitor on retainer, regardless.