“Whosaidanythingaboutanewgirlfriend?”Potterasked,seeminglyaughtoffguard.

Draostaredathim,willinghisheartbeattoslowdown.‘Whataboutaboyfriend?’hewantedtoask.Howmanyhours,daysandmonthshehadspent,wifPottermightlikeblokes.Andhereitwas,theperfetopportunitytofindout.

Beforeheouldaskanymorequestions,however,Tomamebytoseeiftheyneededanythingelse,distratingthembothandleadingtheoionintoanotherdiretion.

Iftheirumstaneshadbeendifferent,DraomighthavebeentemptedtoadmitthatspendingtimewithPotterwasn’tthatbadafterall.Objetively.But,thethingwas,itwastorture.Hewassoawareofeveryword,everygnetheyexhanged,tryingnottoletshowhowmanythoughtsraedthroughhishead.Holy,itwasexhausting.

Draoinsistedongettingthetabandaftertheysteppedoutside,hestaredatPotter’soutstrethedhand.

“What?”Potterasked,stupidlyinDrao’sopinion.

Rollinghiseyes,heshooktheotherman’shand.

“Weshoulddothatagainsometime,”Potteradded.

“Sure,”Draoreplied,hisvoiesoundingindifferent.Heknewthatwasjustanemptyphrase,somethingyousaidtosomeoneyouseretlyhopetoneverseeagain.HeletgoofPotter’shandandturnedaway,iongoinghomeasquiklyaspossible.

“Oi,Malfoy,”heheardPotterall.Draobrieflylosedhiseyesandtookadeepbreathbeforehethrewaquestioninglookoverhisshoulder.Potterwassmilingathim.Shyly.SweetMerlin!

“Idon’thaveagirlfriend,”hesaid.Draoarhedaneyebrowinonfusion.“AndIdon’thaveaboyfriend,either.”

Wait.What?WhywasPottertellinghimthis?Seriously,whywasPottertellinghimthis?Wasitjusttoteasehim?Draowouldhavebetanythingthepratwastaken.Buthewassingle?Potterwassingle?

AndIdon’thaveaboyfriend,either.

Washeimplying…heswungbothways?Merlin’spants!

Suddenly,DraowishedPotterhadn’tsaidanythingatall.Hewassingle.Helikedblokes…

Fuk.

Thatwasevenworse!Itmadeeverythingsomuhworse.BeingjealousameeasytoDrao,heouldhavehandledthat.Giventheirumstanes,hewouldhaveevenwelomedthat.Whatheouldn’thandlewasbeingpresentedwithapossibility,nomatterhowsmall,butknowingitwouldneverendthewayhewanteditto.

“Okay,”Draosaidwarilyandturnedawayagain.

“Wait,areyouseeingsomeone?”Potteralledafterhim.

Draosnorted,whihalmostturnedintoaugh.“MerryChristmas,Potter,”hesaid,beforeheApparatedbaktotheManor.

Chapter3:ItMakesMeSoMad

Friday,3January2003

“Youneedtogetoutmore.”

“Iwasliterallyjustoutoftheountry,Bise.”

“That’snotwhatI’mtalkingabout,”Bisesaidwithawaveofhishand.“You’vebeomeso…”

“What?”Draosnapped.

“B,”Bisesaidwithasemi-disgustedlookonhisfae.

“Hatetobreakittoyou,Drao,”Pansyhimedin,pikingupasoneandbreakingitapart,“buthe’sright.”ShewrinkledhernoseasshesannedthelittleservingontainersDraohadpedonthetable.“Whyisraspberryalwaystheonlyjaminyourhouse?”

“Youknowit’smyfav—Pansy!”

“What,nobodyelseiseatingthesones,”shesaidasshedippeditintothejam.

“Whatwouldyourmothersay?”Bisequipped.

“Idon’tgiveadamn.Anddon’thangethesubjet,Drao!AllyoueverdothesedaysisholeyourselfupintheManorwithabunhofpaperwork.It’ssob,”shesaid.

“Exusemeforhavingajob,”Draosaid,rollinghiseyes.

“It’snotajob,”Pansyremarked.“Itwouldbeifyouearnedmoney.Butyoudon’t.Idon’tevenknowwhyyou’redoingit.”

“I’mnotgoingtoexpinittoyouagain,”Draoshotbak.“Whatexatlydoyouwantmetodo?”

“eoutwithustomorrownight,”Biseproposed,asuspiiousglintinhiseyes.

“Definitelynot,”Draosaid,pikingathisroissant.

“Toldya,”Pansysaid,smirkingatBise.Shetraedtherimofherteaupwithoneofherperfetlymaniuredfingers.“Merlinforbidsomethinginterfereswithhisdailymoping.Hislifehasbeomesomune.”

BisesniggeredwhileDraogrithisteeth.HehatedwhenPansytalkedabouthimasifhewasn’tthere.Butheknewexatlywhyshewasdoingit.Shewastryingtoirritatehim,provokehim,sohe’dsayyestotheirproposaljusttoprovethemwrong.Well,sheouldtryallshewanted.

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