staring back at him as he tucked himself back into his pants. It didn't bother Draco. It was nothing the man hadn't seen before. "Do my eyes deceive me or was that Tracey Davis?" asked Blaise in his careful tone. "I don't know. Why?" Draco shrugged. What the fuck did it matter? Blaise shook his head. "We were at her wedding last week, you imbecile." Draco paused as if to make sure that Blaise hadn't been pulling his leg, and then laughed. "That's just too good!" he chuckled as Blaise scowled his usual scowl at Draco's antics. "Wait, you mean the wedding where I fucked the bride before she walked down the aisle?" Blaise looked a bit shocked. "You didn't!" Draco only smirked as Blaise shook his head clearly disgusted. He didn't understand what the man's deal was. He was always harping on about one thing or another and it was really starting to tick Draco off. What was his bloody problem? It wasn't as if Draco had done anything morally heinous. All he'd done was screw someone else's bride and then let her suck him off a couple of days later, not remembering who she was. Draco inwardly cringed. So alright, it wasn't exactly the best thing he'd done in his days, but it definitely wasn't the worst. "It's not like I chased after her," he defended. "She came after me. Honestly, I didn't even know she was Davis until you pointed it out." And that was true. Draco