The chapter title comes from the song, "Nothing Lasts Forever" by Maroon 5

Chapter 3: Dysfunction between You and Me

Draco looked at the sketch on his desk and ran his hand through his hair in frustration. It just wasn't working out. The stupid lines just wouldn't fit together the way they were supposed to. It seemed so easy in his head, but the minute he put the graphite to the parchment the measurements didn't add up, and he was stuck with a building that was missing a small section of the siding.

It was enough to drive a man crazy.

"If you add two more meters to the foundation on the south end, and then extend the roof until it overlaps, you'll be able to have the correct amount of siding," Roger Davies said, looking over Draco's shoulder.

Draco sneered and turned to the annoying trespasser of his work who just happened to work for Draco and not the other way around.

"If I extended the roof, then there would be no support to hold it up. I would have to place a beam in the middle of the floorplan. You have to think of it in logistically and not just how it might look on paper," Draco said, reminding Roger exactly why Draco ran Zee Magitecture Enterprise.

Roger shrugged and turned back to his own raised workstation. "I finished that library structure, and I sent the blueprints to be copied."

Draco nodded and crumpled up the parchment he had worked on for the past two hours. "I want you to check and make sure the Asymptote Team is on track for that new greenhouse for Hogwarts. If we lose that account, they can kiss their jobs goodbye," Draco said.

Roger raised an eyebrow and quickly got up from his desk, leaving to spread the message to the other room of Magitects. That had been Draco's job title since he had passed his Magitectural Aptitude Exam the year before Zane had been born. Magitects were different from muggle architects in that they designed buildings and houses that could withstand magic forces and energies without collapsing, catching on fire from poorly produced spells, or letting any non-magic folk know that magic was going on around them.

It was an elite job that few people wished to pursue, for it entailed long hours, talent in sketching, Arithmancy, mathematics, physics, and history. Everyone who worked for Draco, in both the London and Besançon offices, were some of the most intelligent people to graduate from magical schools. Despite what a certain annoying muggleborn might say, Draco was one of them. In fact, as mentioned before, he was their leader, their captain, their Big Kahuna.

He glanced over at the clock that hung over the doorway, noting that it was nearly five o' clock. With one last frustrated sigh at the random sketches and crumpled parchments surrounding his desk, he grabbed his cloak and wand and left his office.

A quick word was exchanged with Roger, his second-in-command, to make sure the other employees turned in their agendas and daily portfolios into the executive office inbox. He left the swanky administrative center located in the Docklands, a primary business center east of London, that surprisingly hid a small magical community unbeknownst to muggles.

He apparated to Hogsmeade and arrived at the entrance to the school. He walked in to find the other teacher (he couldn't remember her name) sitting in the lobby behind the front desk. She looked up when he walked in and smiled brightly.

"Hi there, Mr. Malfoy!" she said, putting down a Quidditch magazine. Oliver Wood was on the cover.

"Hello, Miss…"

"Donny. Just Donny," she interrupted before he had a chance to reveal he had forgotten her name.

"Ok then, hello, just Donny," he replied.

Donny laughed and gestured for him to take a seat. "The kids will be right out. The babies are let out later than the older kids."

He nodded. "You a big Quidditch fan?"

Donny looked at the magazine in her hand. "You could say that. Although, I think I'm more of a Quidditch player fan than I am a Quidditch fan."

"Ah, I see," he said with a smile. "I went to school with the guy on the cover."

Donny's eyes widened. "You went to Hogwarts?"

"Yes, but we weren't friends. We were in different school houses," he explained.

"So that means you went to school with Hermione," Donny concluded. "Were you two friends?"

"Luckily, thankfully, and fortunately no," Hermione's voice came from behind Draco.

He stood up from his chair with his lip curled. "I thank my stars every night that I didn't have the displeasure to befriend you, Granger. I sympathize with the Weasel and the Pothead, I really do."

"Surely not as much as I sympathize with the baboon and gorilla that flanked either side of you at all times. Oh, let's not forget the poor chimp who was rumored to be your girlfriend. I sympathize with her the most."

Draco scowled at her. How dare she mention Pansy and bring up that horrible nauseous feeling he got every time she was brought into a conversation? Damn the both of them to hell.

"I'd give my sympathies to whichever poor sap had the misfortune to ever date you, except I can't sympathize with someone who doesn't exist."

Donny looked between the two of them glaring at each other. "Does no one sympathize with me for having to listen to this?"

"Daddy!" Zane bolted out of the room where the classes took place, running at full speed towards his father.

Draco barely felt the scowl leave his face and a wide grin replace it. He had never been away from his son for so long. He scooped Zane up into his arms and hugged him tight, adding kisses to his cheeks.

"You came right at the right time!" Zane said, pointing to the watch on his arm.

"I told you I would," said Draco.

"I made a new best friend," he said excitedly.

"A new best friend? So quickly?" Draco asked as he wrote his son's name on the sign-out sheet.

"Yes. His name is Wolfgang, but everybody calls him Wolf. Isn't that funny, daddy? His name is like the animal!" said Zane.

"That's great, Z. I knew you'd have fun today," he said.

He noticed the muggleborn witch smirking at him in a very, very annoying way.

"What?" he asked semi-nicely so Zane wouldn't catch on to the loathing that emanated between the two.

"Zane, sweetheart, do you remember Wolf's last name?" Hermione asked.

He shook his head.

"It's Lupin," she said, barely managing to hide her glee at Draco's quickly hidden shocked look. "Wolfgang Lupin is your son's new best friend."

"Yep, that's his name," Zane nodded.

After a moment, Draco smiled back at her. "Well, of course they're friends. I'm correct in if I assume Nymphadora Tonks is Wolfgang's mother?"

Hermione furrowed her brows, wondering why Draco wasn't protesting the friendship of his son with the son of a werewolf. "Yes, she is."

"Zane, did you know that Wolf is your cousin?" Draco said, a smirk now playing on his features.

"My cousin?! Wow!" said Zane. "I've never had a cousin before!"

Hermione inwardly cursed. How could she forget that Draco and Tonks were first cousins, making Zane and Wolf second cousins? Damn him. "So you have no problem with them being friends? Especially knowing who sired Wolf?" she asked innocently.

"No problem at all. Family is family," Draco replied, looking completely smug, knowing that he'd foiled her plan to make him look like his old prejudiced self. "Zane can be friends with whomever he wants."

Hermione pursed her lips. "Wonderful. I'll see you tomorrow, Zane."

"Bye, Miss Her-mi-one," he said slowly, to make sure he said it right.

Hermione felt herself smile and waved goodbye to the sweet boy.

She watched as the most infuriating man on earth finally left with his son waving back at her. She slumped down into the vacated chair and rubbed at her face.

"That was weird," Donny spoke, once again flipping through her Quidditch magazine. "It seemed like you two hated each other for a second there."

"Hate is such a tame word to describe how I feel about that man," Hermione grumbled.

Donny unfolded a centerfold of Oliver Wood in his training uniform (some sweat pants and no shirt). "Lord have mercy on my poor, sex-deprived soul. This man is beautiful."

Hermione sighed and slumped further in her chair. "He made me look like an idiot."

"Who? Oliver?" Donny asked, unable to take her eyes away from the broad, glistening chest of the picture.

"No, not Oliver, you genius. Malfoy," Hermione said, although she spat the last word.

"How did the hottie dad make you look like an idiot?" Donny asked, flipping the page to another shirtless, Oliver photo.

"Ok, first off… Malfoy is not hot in any way, shape, or form. Second, I was trying to make a point when he completely ruined what I was trying to do," she explained.

Donny looked up from the magazine for a brief second. "Sounded to me like you two were just bickering."

"I don't know how long I'm going to last without killing him," Hermione said.

"He seems harmless," Donny added. "I don't even understand why you two don't like each other. Wait, let me guess. You two went to school together, you must have dated, and he broke your heart."

Hermione stared at Donny in complete astonishment. "That is so, so not it, Don. You have no idea how far off the mark you are."

"Then why do you hate him? He seems like a nice guy, I mean, look how great he is with his boy, who is adorable, by the way. A guy who's that nice to children can't be that bad," she said.

"He is the most arrogant, prejudiced, self-centered, pompous, evil human being to ever walk the earth. He was so ridiculously mean to my friends and me back when we were in school. I can't even begin to list the awful things he did. Let's not forget, it was his fault that our Headmaster was killed."

"Ouch, Granger, that was a bit below the belt, don't you think?" Draco's low voice sounded from the doorway of the school.

Hermione spun around with a gasp and stared at the intruder of her conversation. "What are you doing back here?"

"Zane forgot his jumper, so I came back to fetch it," Draco said with a sneer marring his face. "You're lucky he's standing outside petting a cat and not here to know how his teacher truly feels about his father. That would have been psychologically fun for us all."

"You'll have to excuse her," Donny stood and hurried to explain. "I don't know what's gotten into her."

Draco rolled his eyes and shook his head, walking to the line of hooks along the wall where the children hung their jackets and sweaters. He grabbed the navy sweater belonging to Zane and left the school without a word to either woman.

"Oh, dear." Donny bit her lip.

Hermione spun around to face Donny. "Why didn't you warn me that he was behind me?"

"I didn't see him!" she replied.

"Didn't you hear the tinkling when the door was opened?"

"You were near yelling, Hermione, and the tinkling is only heard from our office," Donny explained patiently.

Hermione scratched her brow and sighed. Before Donny knew what was happening she watched as Hermione practically ran out the door after Malfoy. With a bewildered laugh, she sat back down behind the desk and opened the magazine. "Oh, Oliver, if only you could pop out of that magazine and save me from this crazy day."

Draco turned around at the sound of heavy footfalls behind him. To say it was a shock to see Granger standing there would have been an understatement.

"Miss Hernimee!" Zane yelled, forgetting to slow down so he could get her name right.

Hermione took a deep breath and looked Draco in the eye. "I just wanted to apologize."

Draco stared back at her, his face devoid of any clue as to what he was thinking. "Apology not accepted."

He noticed her stunned expression. She continued, "I said some rude things, and I'm sorry."

He raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow. The proud Gryffindor apologizing? "Zane, go inside Honeydukes and pick out a candy. I'll be in to pay for it shortly."

Honeydukes, which was one store down from where they were standing, proved a great distraction. Zane zoomed into the store as fast as his short legs could carry him.

The minute he was out of sight, Draco turned to Hermione. "Listen here, Granger, and listen well. I don't care what you think of me or who you decide to preach your grievances to, but if I so much as hear that you're saying these things in front of my son, then I will have your school shut down so fast you won't even know about it until I get to personally hand you the eviction notice."

Her look of pure fury sparked something inside of him. She looked passably cute when her cheeks were tinged pink in anger.

"How dare you assume that I would ever be so unprofessional and irresponsible enough to say something disparaging in front of your child or any child for that matter? I care very much for my students and I would never belittle their parents in front of them, no matter how much said parents deserve the belittling."

He clenched his jaw and fist tight. "Go to Hell, Granger."

With that, he turned on his heel and walked away.

He enjoyed the temporary silence, but knew it was far from over. He wasn't surprised when he felt her firm grip on his shoulder and her strength as she jerked him around to face her. "I hate you. I always have, and I always will. I take back my apology because I meant every word I said before."

And with that, she turned on her heel and walked away, leaving him to scowl and curse under his breath.

Hermione walked back into the school to find Tonks speaking with Donny. Wolf sat on a chair swinging his legs as he waited for his mother.

"Hello, Tonks," Hermione greeted, switching emotions from incredibly peeved to halfway sociable.

"Hermione! How've you been, love?"

"I've been okay, just keeping busy with the school and all," she replied as she took the chair next to Wolf. She put her arm around the boy and let her anger melt out of her when he stuck his tiny arm around her waist. She had loved him from the moment she had met him. His heart-shaped face spoke of kindness and his eyes spoke of the mischievousness that came with being the son of a Marauder. "How's Remus?"

"He's great. Well, not great; the full moon is tonight, so Wolf and I are going to go visit my mum," Tonks explained.

"Tell her I said hi," Hermione said.

"Mummy? Can Zane come over to my house on the weekend?" Wolf asked.

Tonks looked at her son and blinked. "Who is Zane?"

"Zane is my new bestest friend, Mummy," Wolf said. He was only two months older than the Malfoy heir. Hermione had watched the two boys interact that day, and they had proven to be alike in so many ways, with a few differences marring their newfound relationship.

"Your new best friend? Well, that's wonderful, Wolfie. Of course Zane can come over to your house. We have to ask his mum and dad first, though, ok?"

Wolf nodded happily and went back to swinging his legs and humming quietly.

Tonks turned to Hermione. "So, Wolf made a new friend? I'm so glad, because I thought he was going to stay shy forever. Is Zane a new student?"

Hermione bit her lip. "Yes, he is. In fact, he's Wolf's second cousin. Isn't that great?"

Tonks thought for a second and furrowed her brows. "Really? So, if he's his second cousin, that would make Zane's dad or mum my first cousin… and I only have one first cousin, which would mean-"

Hermione practically saw the light bulb spark over Tonks's head; it was evident when her jaw dropped. "Malfoy had a kid?"

Hermione nodded. "He's four, just like Wolf, and they were friends practically upon sight. Today was Zane's first day here, and they just instantly started talking and laughing. It completely slipped my mind that they were related and that Zane's father and the rest of his family aren't that close to yours." She had purposely worded that as politely as possible since Wolf was in the room.

Tonks shrugged. "If Wolf likes the kid, then that's all that matters. Can't blame the boy for the sins of the father. I'm sure Wolf is going to love having a cousin."

"Zane is my cousin?" Wolf asked.

The three women nodded, Donny silently engrossed in the conversation.

"Wow," Wolf exclaimed. "I've never had a cousin before."

Hermione was amazed that Wolf had said the exact same thing that Zane had. Strange.

"Come on, Wolfie-pie, it's time to go visit your grandmum," Tonks gestured for Wolf to hold her hand. "Say bye to Miss Donny and Miss Hermione."

Wolf waved at the two women and followed his mother out of the school.

"He was the last baby," Donny said as she pulled out a folder from the desk and jotted down some notes.

"Good, I'm dead tired," Hermione said, leaning against the desk.

"What happened with the hottie?"

"Nothing significant," she sighed.

Donny raised an eyebrow in silent disbelief.

"Well, I might have told him that I hated him and meant every word I said after he refused my apology."

"Real professional, babe," Donny laughed. "God, what's with you two? If you hadn't said 'no', I would have totally thought you were old lovers."

"I don't need that mental image, Don. Not now, not ever," Hermione groaned. "Zane is such a great kid, and he's so smart! There wasn't one question he didn't know the answer to during class and he already knows all the letters of the alphabet and can write them all perfectly… but then I remember that I have to interact with his father, and I wonder how such a wonderful child could come from such a horrible man."

"Answer me this, why do the two of you hate each other in the first place?"

Another sigh in a marathon of sighs came from Hermione. "I guess it mostly started with the fact that we were in different houses at school. I mean, that sounds kind of ridiculous now, but it's some sort of stupid legacy for the Slytherin house and the Gryffindor house to despise each other. It's all an awful example of in-group bias, and it was emphasized by the fact that I was one of Harry Potter's best friends and that I was Muggleborn."

"Oh, that's right, and Malfoy is an old pureblooded family. I remember hearing of them even though I was all the way in South Africa. They were on Voldemort's side, weren't they?" Donny asked.

Hermione nodded. "They turned neutral a few months before Voldemort was brought down. Of course, they would take the coward's way out."

"I don't think that's cowardly. Sure, they didn't help the light side, but they also didn't help the Dark Lord. It seems they realized their mistakes, but they were so implicated in their bias against non-Purebloods that they couldn't completely devote their efforts to aiding your side during the war," Donny said, continuing her perusal of the half-naked Oliver.

"Thanks, Professor, that was a great dissertation on the Malfoy family," Hermione said teasingly.

Donny smiled. "I'm serious, Hermione. Although, I think they were idiots for letting something as stupid as family status and bloodlines rule how they thought of others, they obviously found that their old ways were wrong."

Hermione tapped her finger against the desk, mulling over what Donny was saying. "He was still a jerk. His father was awful too. That whole family was evil."

"Ok, then. Hate him for being a jerk and not for things that happened in the past."

"It's pretty hard to just forget the past, Don," she said. "I'm just tired and want to go home. The less I talk about the Malfoys, the better I'll feel."

"So, before, when you were asking hottie dad how he feels that his son is friends with the son of a werewolf, you were trying to make him look bad?" Donny asked with a small smile. "That doesn't sound like the Hermione I know."

She felt her cheeks warm. "I guess I wanted to see if he was still prejudiced and, ok fine, I admit that was a bit immature."

Donny chuckled and set the magazine down. "I know just what you need after this horribly trying day."

Hermione smiled. "A nice, long bath and a bottle of wine?"

"Nope, a mini shopping spree after a small visit to Honeydukes to buy some of their imported chocolate," she replied.

"I have no money," she said. "My last paycheck went to my rent, the school's rent, the regular utilities, some money I owed Harry, and then to fix the wiring in the adolescent's classroom. I have about 20 galleons left to last the rest of the month."

"Is your pity party finished?" Donny asked. "This shopping spree will be on me. My parents sent me a bank note the other week since I agreed to let them send my sister here to visit. She's a right terror and they were so desperate to be rid of her for a while that they were willing to pay. She's really not that bad, so it's a win-win situation."

Hermione laughed. "Ok, fine. But we won't spend more than 25 galleons each."

"Spoil-sport," Donny said as she stuck her tongue out. "If I didn't have you looking after me, I'd be poor in no time."

The two of them finished discussing their horrid financial states and eventually closed the school for the day. All instances of an idiot pureblood gone from their minds… well, almost.

Draco watched his son dip his chip into maple syrup and then eat it. The stomachs of children were apparently made of steel. "You enjoying your dinner, mate?" he asked.

Zane nodded happily. "It's yummy. I love when you make chips and chicken"

He smiled at that. "I don't think it counts as making it if I just defrost it with my wand and then stick it in the oven for twenty minutes."

"You're a good cooker, Daddy."

Draco couldn't help but laugh. After the awful, shitty day he'd had, Zane could make it infinitely better. "Now, tell me, Z, how was your first day at school?"

The boy's eyes lit up, and he dropped the chip in his hand back to the plate as he began to tell his father all about his day. "First, Miss Her-mi-one said my name to the whole class so that they could all know my name, and then we got to go to our centers…"

"Wait, what are centers?"

"Centers are the centers," said Zane.

Ah, the annoyances of getting answers from a four-year-old.

"What do you do with the centers?"

"It's, like, you go, and you do different things in the centers. There is blocks center and pretend house center and sandbox center and libarry center…"

"Library," Draco corrected.

"Yes, and then there is dress-up center and story-time center," he said, picking his chip back up and stuffing it into his mouth.

"Ok, I understand now. Which one did you choose?"

"I played in the sandbox center. That's how Wolf became my new best friend."

"How did you become best friends?" Draco asked, taking a bite of his own meal.

"I was playing with the red shovel to dig the sand, and then Wolf wanted to dig a hole too, so he asked if I could share the shovel. He said 'please', and I remember you said that please is polite and that I should share, so I shared it with him," Zane rambled. "He told me that I maked a very nice hole."

"He told you that you made a very nice hole?" Draco asked, always trying to help his son's grammar.

"Uh huh, and then we made a very big hole together with the red shovel and our hands," Zane explained. "It was such a big hole, Daddy, and we started laughing so hard because the hole was bigger than our heads!" Zane started laughing as if it were the funniest thing he had ever heard. "Bigger than our heads, Daddy!"

He laughed along with his son, whose laugh was infectious. "I'm glad you had so much fun," he said.

"I did. Miss Her-mi-one is so nice to me. She said I'm very, very smart and nice."

Draco tried not to show his surprise that the Queen Shrew would have a nice thing to say about anyone related to him. "Well, you are very smart, Zane, and very nice."

After a few minutes of silence, he looked at his father with a questioning look. "Daddy, what's a hottie?"

Draco felt the sip of water he was taking slip down his airway as his son asked the offending question. After nearly coughing up his lungs and wiping away the tears in his eyes, he asked, "What? Where did you hear that word?"

"Miss Donny said it."

Draco realized that the other teacher must have been drooling over the Quidditch player in front of his son. How lovely.

"Well, um, a hottie is a person that someone finds attractive," Draco explained.

Zane stared at his father with a blank gaze. "What does that mean?"

He rubbed his forehead. "Ok, when you get older, you're going to start thinking that girls are pretty…"

"Ew, yuck!" he grimaced dramatically.

He couldn't help but chuckle. Oh, the good old days when girls had cooties. "So, when you think a girl is pretty, you would call her a 'hottie', and the same goes for when girls think boys are handsome," he explained, wishing the floor would open up.

"Oh," he responded. "I think Miss Hernimee is pretty. Does that mean she's a hottie?"

Draco resisted the urge to laugh. God, how could he explain this to his son without confessing what he truly thought of the horrible she-zilla? "You can only think someone is a hottie when you're a grown up."

Great job, Draco. Wonderful parenting. This kid is on the fast-track to a Freudian complex.

"You're a growmup, Daddy," said Zane. "Only growmups can know hotties? Is Miss Her-mi-one a hottie for adults? Is Miss Donny a hottie?"

Draco wanted to cry. Just curl up in a ball and cry. When would the bloody questions stop? "Miss Hermione and Miss Donny are teachers, and teachers cannot be hotties." And the bullshit award goes to Draco Malfoy.

"Why?"

"Because they work with children?" said Draco. Where in the Hell was he coming up with these lies?

Zane looked confused. Draco felt confused… and nauseous… and tired.

"Are you a hottie?" Zane asked.

Draco nearly laughed, but stopped himself to prevent hurting his son's feelings. "All Malfoys are hotties, Zane. It's common knowledge."

"I'm a Malfoy! I'm a hottie, too!" Zane said happily. "And Gamma and Gampa!"

This was officially the strangest conversation Draco had ever had with another human being. "Sure, Z. That's right. Now, I think it's time for you to pick out your pajamas and get ready for your bath."

Zane nodded, apparently satisfied with the nonsensical answers his poor, beleaguered father had made up for him.

After tucking Zane into bed, Draco collapsed on the couch in the living room of their brand new flat, located smack-dab in between Hogsmeade and the Docklands, where Draco worked. It was a small, upscale magical community that catered to young, posh couples and older wealthier couples. Not much of a family community, but the place was nice and it was close to Zane's school, Draco's work and not too far from the Malfoy Manor.

He rested his head against the arm rest of the leather couch and stretched his long legs out in front of him. He was still half-wet from giving Zane his bath. The kid couldn't sit still for a moment the minute he hit the tub.

His thoughts drifted to the awful day he'd had. If he couldn't figure out how to improve the building he was working on, then he would have to hand over the assignment to someone else before the deadline. He'd never had to do that before, but this new hotel was proving to be a difficult project.

Besides work, his head started to ache from going over what had transpired at Zane's school. God almighty, Granger was a nuisance. She had purposely set out to make him look foolish by somehow proving that he was still prejudiced against half-breeds. Well, he sure showed her. Little did she know that he couldn't care less about blood. Becoming a parent had completely changed his priorities. He wanted his son to have every opportunity in the world, and when he had first held that blond baby in his arms, he'd felt that maybe everyone else wanted the same for their children.

True, he was still arrogant, but that was just because his family was better than most, if not all. It had nothing to do with blood and everything to do with being superior in intelligence and wealth.

But then, the stupid witch had the nerve to come and apologize after her verbal diarrhea of his insecurities? Not that he would admit that on pain of death, but she didn't have to be so blunt about it all. He couldn't even begin to imagine how horrible he would have felt if Zane had heard that smashing description of his father.

Forget her. She could rot in hell for all he cared. So what if she was nice to his son and complimented him and didn't treat him poorly because she hated the man who sired him? So what if her cheeks went slightly pink when she became enraged and her eyes grew dark with loathing in a dreadfully attractive way whenever she looked at him? So freakin' what?

She was rotten, end of story. There was no need to think about her outside of being his son's teacher. She wasn't even pretty! She was plain and boring and awfully sharp-tongued. Nothing about her was attractive… but then again… no, none of that.

He would be the bigger person and act civilly towards her whenever Zane was around. There, that settled it.

Hermione finished putting away the new yellow robes that Donny had bought, insisting that yellow was trés chic and very fashionable for the season.

As she got ready for bed, she couldn't help but feel at complete peace with the world. Donny had made her laugh and feel much more relaxed during their shopping/chocolate evening out. She had even forgotten about the grotesque man who had made an unwanted entrance back into her life.

But she would not dwell on him, for she had no need to. It wasn't like she found him attractive. He was so detestable it was hard to focus on anything besides how infuriating he was. Even when his eyes grew cold and menacing when he became threatened. Even when he stood so tall she had to look up to insult him.

Nope, a comfortable night's sleep and a nice cuppa before bed was all she needed. Donny was wrong. Malfoy was NOT a hottie.

Not at all.

Not even a little.

Except he was.

Damn it!