
“Right, mate,” Mal says sliding his gaze over at Draco. “I forgot already. And… I impersonated Potter not for what he knows about being witches!” he sneers, scoffing. “No, you and me, Draco, we know about girls. We know how to kiss them, touch them, talk to them. We know how to do just about everything to make them pant after us… but I’m afraid, you and me, we don’t have the first idea how to…” Mal’s voice drifts off.
“love one…” he at last whispers.
He shrugs. “I don’t deserve to get that luxury.” He looks over at him. “So how did it work out for you? You figured out how to love Chang yet?”