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I almost lost him, long ago...

I'm sure you'd enjoy biting my arse.

Did something in particular bring on this moment of maudlin introspection?

You'd like to think that, wouldn't you?

I just thought I'd reminisce and be thankful that my best friend isn't an idiot Gryffindor like the other versions of him.

Unprompted gratitude for the way things are? Are you sick? Did you hit your head? Perhaps you should sit down somewhere.

No, I'm not sick, and don't even think about trying to touch me. I'm fine.

Now, now, Malfoy. Touching people without their permission is no fun at all.

Don't you have someone else to annoy at this time of day?

Is Harry around?

Unfortunately not. Think I'd be standing around here if he was?

I'd say 'no' answers both questions, then.

Quite right.

I'll have to find him. He owes me a Galleon.

Bets again?

Of course. How else are we to entertain ourselves in this lousy school?

Sex? Violence? Actual school work?

As if I would allow anyone here to touch me, well... without firewhiskey.

Mm... I could do with a bit of violence now and again.

I could do with some firewhiskey. Break out, go to a bar, start a fight? You'll have to find Harry, first; it's never as much fun without him.

I think I've got a bottle left from last weekend I could break out. He's probably already in the common room.

Starting a fight in my own house seems a little incestuous, but lead on.

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