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“I finally did it!” Seamus announced to the table with a smug grin akin to a plump kneazle who had just caught a diricawl. “I took one for the team, and I finally bloody did it.”
“Did what?” Neville asked with a polite tone, having stopped eating his breakfast.
Seamus’ sleazy grin seemed to grow impossibly wider. “I offered a drink to Malfoy.”
“No way!” Dean’s eyes widened, his own meal left abandoned.
“Well, don’t keep us waiting, how the hell was it?!” Ron pressed further, looking far too amused by the news.
Seamus let them stew in anticipation before he gave them all a salacious wink. “All I can say is that Malfoy sure got a mouth on him.”
There was a symphony of laughter that roared within the table, but all Harry could focus on was the grueling sensation in the pit of his stomach.
Draco Malfoy had a peculiar, nasty habit among other things. In fact, said habit developed its own notoriety within the Hogwarts student body.
They said that if you get the blonde pureblood drunk enough, he’ll be willing to open his legs for you as long as you have a hard prick ready for him.
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- Part 15 of bimbofication