Draco had no idea what Lavinia was doing. She was a child still. And she was on a date with the porn star who'd been in the papers with Scorpius. He stared at the hand for a moment before taking it. "Draco Malfoy," he said, frowning at the boy. "Are you trying to work your way through our family?"
Lavinia laughed at that. "Rex is nice," she promised them. It wasn't really going to be a point in his favour, but it was something. She gestured to her dress. "He helped me pick out this dress in the shop yesterday so I invited him along tonight."
James frowned at that, pulling out of the parking garage and heading over to the party. "No," he said. "I don't think you'd like that. You've have to be able to handle your boyfriend having sex with other people all the time."
"Look at you," Jude said. "You're graceful and elegant. Beautiful. Gracious. And a little bit naughty judging by your dress and the way you could dance at the club the other night. Your family obviously adores you. Why wouldn't I think you were a princess? It's not a bad thing."
"That is unfortunately true," Scorpius agreed. "Martin the salad fascist. I don't know why my fathers thought hiring him was a good choice. I fetishize candy now. I would lick so many sweet substances off your naked body."
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