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“Could we—Err…”

Draco studied him closely. He seemed incredibly nervous all of a sudden. What was going on?

“Can we, um, turn off the lights?” Potter asked.

“You want to do it in the dark?” Draco cocked his head to the side, his mind racing. Why would Potter want to turn off the lights? Oh, Merlin! He was trying to be chivalrous again, wasn’t he? “Potter, I may be a virgin, but I’m not some damsel in distress. I can handle this.”

“It’s not about—” Potter bit his lip. “Err, okay…then, maybe, err, we could keep our clothes on?”

“That…would complicate things,” Draco said, trying to push down the disappointment that was quickly bubbling up inside him. “I thought you wanted to fuck me. I mean…you’re still holding my cock.”

“I do,” Potter mumbled. To Draco’s horror, he slowly let go of his cock. “But…um… okay, maybe…we could at least keep our shirts on?”

Draco wasn’t sure, but he thought he saw Potter’s eyes flicker down to Draco’s hands. Or was it…his arms?

Oh.

“You don’t want to see it,” he whispered, understanding hitting him like a slap across the face. “You don’t want to see the Dark Mark.”

Potter frowned, seemingly taken aback. Seriously? Was he really trying to feign ignorance now?

Draco stared at him while his insides started to tighten painfully. It felt like he was free-falling into a black hole, which was sucking all traces of happiness out of him, leaving him empty and cold.

“You don’t want me,” he breathed, flinching at the sharp stab he felt to his chest.

“What?” Potter looked incredulous. But Draco wouldn’t be fooled by him anymore.

“You think I’m disgusting!” He pushed Potter away and hastily zipped up his trousers. “You just wanted a quick one-off. Of course! I’m not good enough for anything else!”

It hurt so much, voicing one of his biggest fears. How ironic. Suddenly, Potter had turned into his personal boggart. How could Draco have been so stupid? Of course Potter didn’t really want him.

“Draco, that’s not—This has nothing to do with your Dark Mark.”

“What other reason is there? Tell me this isn’t because of who I am!”

“It’s not—”

“No, that’s exactly it! You can’t go around, fucking random people because you’re Harry Potter. So you lured me in with your innocent act. Are you really that desperate? You really need to get off that badly, you’d do it with someone who disgusts you?”