"Sod off."
                          
"Right here in the water?"
                          
"You're disgusting."
                          
"And you're being stingy. Honestly, Draco, you aren't married yet. You should be taking advantage of a little 'slip' of your hand when she's falling..."
                          
More to himself than to Blaise, Draco muttered, "Already done that..."
                          
"WHAT!?"
                          
Shit. "It was an accident!" he exclaimed at once, not wanting his best mate to get the wrong impression.
                          
"How does one 'accidentally' touch a bum?"
                          
"Blindfolded."
                          
"Ooh, you were blindfolded."
                          
"She was."
                          
Blaise gave him a look: one that said enough to cause Draco to flush scarlet. "Not like that! You're worse than a cat in heat, I swear. It was for dance class."
                          
Blaise blinked. "Are you sure your instructor isn't one of those weird blokes who lures unassuming men and women into his personal sex dungeon?"
                          
"That's what I asked," Draco nodded. "And, no. I'm not sure of anything at this point." He drifted over to the edge of the pool next to the jets and let the coursing water pulse against his back. Blaise wasn't far behind.
                          
"So...how was it?"
                          
"I'm not telling you!"
                          
"Ah, come on! Help a bloke live a little! Daphne would have my testicles in her purse if she even thought I looked at another woman."
                          
"Hate to break it to you, but she castrated you a long time ago. Ten times over with this new bun in the oven." He leaned his head back against the concrete edge surrounding the pool and closed his eyes. "But if you must know... it was firm."
                          
"Firm. That's what you have for me? Out of every adjective in existence, you settle on 'firm.'"
                          
"What's wrong with firm?"
                          
"Nothing, if you're describing a melon."
                          
Irritated, Draco snapped, "It was supple. Soft and toned, enough to fit comfortably in my hand. And she hated every moment of it." He smirked, thinking of the disgruntlement in her tone.
                          
"Accident. Riiiiiiight."
                          
"Shut up." Draco hoisted himself up over the edge and climbed out of the pool, purposefully kicking water in Blaise's face in the process. Reaching for a towel, he struggled to change the subject. "Unfortunately, even when I'm to be rid of her in a few months' time, I'm still forced to see her bloody face. Astoria invited her and Potter to the wedding."
                          
Blaise looked utterly flabbergasted. "Why?"
                          
"Politics, I suppose...having two of the three Golden Trio at the 'wedding of the century' might sit pretty in some of her social circles. She just doesn't understand the past I share with them. It's awkward enough without pretending that we're all chummy..." Draco sighed. "Sometimes, I feel as if she doesn't listen to me at all..."
                          
Blaise tapped his chin. "Hmm, were you saying something, Draco?"
                          
"Bugger off."
                          
With a smirk, his friend shrugged. "How's the sex life?"
                          
Draco thought about it. "More than usual. Plenty of oral to go around..."
                          
"Jealousy sex. I warned you -the Greengrasses are notorious for it."
                          
"Even so, there's no reason to be jealous of Granger..."
                          
Draco sat on a wooden stool in the middle of Honeydukes, the smell of caramel and toffee tickling his senses. He wore only a set of silk boxer briefs (green, of course, as these dreams usually went) and a rope tethered around his wrists, binding them together. Around him, patrons of the sweets shop sampled the various displays of chocolates, beans, and cookies, laughing and carrying on, unaware of Draco and his predicament.