"You're a hot girl and you're in my lap," Rider said, smiling against her lips. "I'm going to poke you. That's what boys do when hot girls sit in their laps." He reached down, rubbing at her thigh. "You don't want to get poked?"
"Yep," Lavinia agreed. "You'll have to wait until we're old and retired. When you're senile they let you get away with everything anyway. Just tell them that you can't remember what year it is."
Draco looked back at Merlin, sighing. "If you don't want me to leave, don't say stuff that's going to make me want to leave. It's hard for me to be sorry for you when you do all this to yourself. And to me. Just... I'm not going to sit around and wait anymore, okay? I'm tired of it."
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