Those two-hundred quid loafers seemed like a good idea when Draco tried them on in the flattering Harrods lighting, the kind shop assistant convincing him he deserved a cheeky treat. The only problem was, once Draco got home, he realised none of his trousers looked right with loafers and the leather always gave him blisters no matter how much he tried to wear them in around the flat. But he’d dropped so much lettuce on the ruddy things that he doggedly persisted. Next minute, the blister was infected and he’d spent Sunday morning at A&E while a cranky nurse administered antibiotics and gave him a thorough dressing down. It only happened twice and it’s just his bad luck that Draco got the same nurse.  