The two men were perfunctorily acting as though all they were was just friends, but they weren't fooling anyone – although for some reason everyone played along with their farce. Draco wasn't quite sure why. If Shacklebolt and Kiam didn't want the fact that they were screwing each other to be public knowledge, then they should bloody well not all but shag on the lounge floor in front of the whole Order. Non-Slytherins appeared to have no fucking idea how to be discreet.