"Slow... fast... it's scary. I don't know what to say most of the time. He... he made safe words for us."
"Smart. Very smart," Blaise said, thankfully not judging.
"I don't want to hurt him, though. He won't even take off his shirt."
Blaise grimaced. "Have you asked him? Or asked him why he won't?"
Draco met his eyes and shook his head.
"Give it a try, Dray."
"Don't call me, Dray," he mumbled, without bite. It was a childhood nickname that he hated. Blaise used it throughout school to push his buttons. He had actually forgotten that he didn't like the name. He was surprised he had just remembered that.
"Don't lie... you love it. Your dad hated it. But I never used it in front of him, again. It was something that was just for us. Unless Potter's been using it."
"He hasn't. I just remembered... being irritated and sad when you said it. My father tried to make me stop being your friend," he said, suddenly remembering that argument with his father.
Blaise looked shocked. "You... you didn't listen to him, though?"
"I almost did. He was pissed that I would be friends with someone who wasn't committed like Greg and Vince," Draco murmured, sad and glad that he remembered another part of his past that wasn't about Harry. Blaise was important to him, and he wanted the memories of his best friend back that he had forgotten, too.
"I'm sorry, Dray... Draco," Blaise said, grimacing.
"Prat... of course, you can call me Dray. You were right. I did love it. I loved denying that I loved it," Draco murmured, smiling.
"I'm glad," Blaise smiled.
Draco sighed. "Listen... I know you'll be busy and want to relax over this break with your... partner...."
"Draco... Neville and I came back for you. We have every school night to cuddle and... other things. What's wrong?"
"My memory... Carla's helped me... and I have my journal... but I just can't remember some things... and I was wondering if we could talk about school?"
Blaise put his hand on his shoulders. "Draco, I have fourteen days that are all yours, well thirteen, as I have relationship duties in the form of in-laws to attend to. We can talk every day while Potter is off saving babies or whatever he does."
Draco snorted. "Thanks... but I don't think he's even treated a baby... in the hospital, anyway. His niece and nephew always demand his attention."
Blaise laughed. "Do you still visit?"
"Yes, two nights a week, like Harry did before. I'm Unca Dray-co."
"Uncle, eh?" Blaise scoffed. "They ever come here?"
"No... I didn't want to be inconsiderate... this is your home, Blaise, and they're kids. For all I know, you and Neville have a sex room upstairs."
Blaise choked on nothing, and his skin darkened. Touche, Draco thought, but Blaise muttered, "No... we don't."
Draco smirked, proudly, glad he could pick on Blaise for once. "Sure, sure. The point is... I'm still a guest."
"A roommate, and I don't mind at all, Draco. Invite whoever you want over," Blaise said and hummed. "Well, actually... I do need to set things right with those two."
"Who?"
"Weasley... and well... Weasley-Granger."
"What?"