For a brief moment, as Aleksander’s hand moves on his neck, pushing his face closer, Draco thinks the man just wants a young body to indulge in, Merlin only knew he’d seen Slughorn and Gilderoy Lockheart abuse their position the same way plenty of times at Hogwarts. But there’s something else in Aleksander’s eyes, no Occlumency hiding his arrogance, his hunger. He had the composure and the mannerism of someone who knew he stood above others, Draco had behaved much the same way too once, but Hogwarts and Potter had forced him to bend more than he would have ever allowed himself to otherwise.