Draco could do nothing but stare at Potter's cock that jutted proudly from the thick patch of dark hair. Harry tore his eyes away just as Malfoy got up and sprinted out the hall amidst a chorus of laughter and jeers. Worse even, as he leaned forward to talk to the bartender, his shirt rode up to reveal that his trousers were extremely low cut. Potter talked a lot, and Draco missed most of what he said, his mind was stuck on Potter's previous statement. It was three years since the Battle of Hogwarts had been fought and Harry James Potter was living alone in muggle London to escape the spotlight that was shone upon him in the wizarding world.