Harry laughed. "Is that what they call it? What makes you think my mojo is alive and well?"
Ever since Oliver had made Harry think about seeing someone again, he'd been engulfed by thoughts of Draco. He could think of far better ways to spend his time than brooding over that society-climbing prat. Who'd used him and loved him in equal measure. And then left. And used their magical bond to hurt him by having rough group sex. "What makes you think I'm ready for that again," he moaned out-loud.