baby, kiss it better snippet
“Are you cold? Would you like to get out?”
“How l-long h-has it b-been? Twenty m-minutes-s-s?”
“Try five and a half,” Draco says, turning to smirk at Harry as he lifts himself up onto the bench.
“I would never lie to you,” Draco says easily, leaning back.
Harry grits his teeth, “Y-you’re a-avoiding m-m-my qu-question. J-Jesus f-fucking t-tits it’s c-c-cold.”
Draco tsks at him, “Now, should you really be taking the Lord Savior’s name in vain?” he asks mockingly. He doesn’t believe in such things, but he does think Muggleborns’ attachments to their religions are rather funny.
“I am-m our s-savior,” Harry says haughtily, though it really loses its effect with the stuttering.
“Ah, yes. How could I have forgotten? My apologies, Chosen One.”