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“No! I’m not naming my photography blog You Have Got to See This. That’s a terrible suggestion, Potter. I need something to intrigue people, not second-guess their decision to visit my newbie page,” Draco said while rolling his eyes. Then, grudgingly allowed his now-pouting boyfriend to pull him over and snog him senseless. Honestly, sometimes Teddy was easier to appease than Harry. Then again, the same could be said of him. So, Draco shut off his complaining brain and let his private kiss-and-cuddle-giving-machine take his breath away.
When a hard pillow hit him - courtesy of Greg - he was brought back to reality; that consisted of an odd, complaining mix of Gryffindors and Slytherins, a dozen empty coffee mugs, and three drained laptops.
“Draco, we’re here to help you and you won’t stop snogging Harry!”
“Hermione, your best-friend started it.”
“You could push him off?” was Pansy’s only remark.
“We’ll talk when you can resist Hermione’s puppy-dog eyes, you hypocritical bint.”
“Draco, as much as I love you, I refuse to work any further for free.”
“Blaise, you inhaled a plate of pork, a turkey....”
Ron’s suggestion of “Portraits from a Grey-Eyed Wolf?” paused all further activity. Greg connected the dots aloud - Draco’s Patronus plus the colour of his eyes….
Harry took one look at his speechless boyfriend and very solemnly said, “Ron, you have Draco’s permission to woo Blaise.”
And then there was mayhem.