Written by me.
Mr. SO not getting a blow job for a verrry long time,
No. Red is gauty and looks horrible on me. No red. I was thinking blue...or possibly green.
But definitely not red.
Don't get all testy and decide to leave. There are certain precautions I must take before waltzing to your aunt and uncle's house to get you. Who knows when my father will be back, and my mum comes in here every other minute to see what I'm up to and if I want to go shopping with her.
It will be within the next few weeks, anyway. Your aunt and uncle don't even know your still among the living, surely you can last a few more weeks.
You love a bird? How scandulous...
I promise you Harry. I have a few things to do here and I promise you I shall smuggle you out of there and we can go spend the rest of our summer in post-coital bliss. You know you want to.
Plus, if you leave you'll be alone and you know you'd miss me. You would eventually come and find me anyway. It's really not worth the effort.
Draco L. Malfoy, Master of the Blow Job. (Guess that makes me a Headmaster, then.)