“Oh,I’mnotherebeauseI’mlonelyoranything,”Pottersaid,hastily.“NordoIthinkyouare.”

Somehow,Draodidn’tbelievehim.ButhesaidnothingwhilePotterontinued.

“Itjustsukssometimes,youknow,beingstukbetweenbeingaroundouplesallthetimeandpeoplelosingtheirshitoverme.There’snotverymuhinbetween.”

“So…”Draodeliberatelylefttherestofthesentenehangingintheair.Potterseemedtopikuponthat.

“So,you’vealwaystreatedme…well,I’dliketosaylikeanormalperson,butthat’snotexatlytrue,isit?ButyounevertreatedmelikesomethingIouldn’tliveuptoandyouneverwalkedoneggshellsaroundme,either.Ilikethat.”

Draostaredathim.WhilePotterhadtalked,twooffeeupshadfloatedinfromthekithenandpedthemselvesinfrontofhimandPotter.Draoquiklyputtwotablespoonsofsugarinhis,thinkinghardwhilehepikeditupandstartedstirring.

“AreyousayingyoulikedthatIwastreatingyoulikeshit?”Henarrowedhiseyes.“Isthatsomekindofweirdkink?”

Pottermadeasoundthatwassomethingbetweenhokingandughing.“Idon’thaveaweirdkink,”hesaid,andthenaddedunderhisbreath,“Atleast,that’snotoneofthem.”

Draofeltaprikleonthebakofhisnekwhihhetriedveryhardtoignore.Slowly,hetookadeepbreath,hopingPotterwouldn’tnotie.“Whatexatlyareyousaying,then?”

“IguessI’msaying…IfeellikeIdon’thavetopretendwithyou.Youknow,I…anjust…beme.”

Draoalmostdroppedhisup.Itseemedhehadjustlostontroloverhisbodilyfuntions.HiseyesstartedwateringashestaredatPotterwithoutblinking,beauseheouldn’tmoveasinglemusle.Henotiedhowthenowslightlyblurry,bkhairedfigureinfrontofhimstartedfidgetingagain.Draowouldhavesavouredit,ifhewasn’tfeelingsoutterlyruffled.

WhatPotterhadjustsaid…Itwasthebiggestomplimenthehadeverbeengiven.Sortof.No,atually,itwas.Still,Draowasn’tentirelysurehowPotterhadmeantit.Surely,Draowasreadingfartoomuhintoit.Thisinexpliable…infatuationwithPotterwasmakingitunneessarilyhardtodistinguishbetweenatualspokenwordsandwhatheseretlywantedtohear.

Hesuddenlyrealisedhewasprobablyexpetedtogivesomesortofansweroromment.Buthehadnoideawhattosay.

‘Great.Meanwhile,IfeellikeI’mgoingtohurlwheneveryou’reanywherenearmeandmyheartwantstojumpoutofmyhestandintoyours,butdon’tmindme.Youkeepbeingyourself.’

Hedesperatelytriedtokeepastraightfae,slowlyliftingtheuptohislips.Whateverhewasgoingtosaynow,hehadtodivertPotter,butalsohimselfifhewasbeingho,fromthethuormthatwasraginginsideofhim.

“Soyoudidn’tpydumb,iswhatyou’retellingme,”hedrawled.“You’rebeingyourtrue,imbeileself.”

Potterblinkedathimlikeabarnowl.“What?”

Draoforedhimselftosmirk.“Exatly.Butit’salright,we’lljustadd‘ompassionforthedense’tomygrowinglistofoutstandingtraits.”

Potterblinkedsomemore,beforeherolledhiseyesandhislipsstrethedintoalopsidedsmile.“Clearly,youhaven’tlostyourharmingmodesty,”hesnorted.

SweetSazar,Draohadmadehimsmile.Thiswasnothelping.Heputdowntheup,hishandsslightlyshaking,andpoppedtworaspberriesintohismouth.HepeekedoveratPotter’spteandfrowned.Whyhadhebotheredtobringbreakfastifhewasn’tgoingtoeatanything?

“Whyaren’tyoueating?”heasked.“Surely,youhaven’tbroughtallthisjustforme?”

“Oh.”Potterbithislipandsuddenlylooked…weird.Almostinseure.

“Goon,”Draosaid,leaningforwardandnudginghisptelosertohim.Potter’seyesimmediatelydarted…where?Oh.Draolearedhisthroatandrearrangedhisdressinggown,hisexposedolrbone.“You’remakingmenervous,sittingtherewithouteatinganything.”Well,atleasthalfofthatsentenewastrue.

Potterslowlynoddedandreahedarossthetableforthesrambledeggs.Draonotiedhowuhusiastihelooked,apparentlylostinthought.HenotiedtootethatPotterwaspeekingrightbakathimandquiklyturnedhisattentiontohisownpte.

“YoujustadmittedImakeyounervous,”Pottersaid,andDraoouldpratiallyhearhisgrin.

Hebithistongue,hopinghewasn’tblushing.IfonlyPotterknew.“I’llalsoadmityou’regivingmeaheadahe.Youseemtobeawfullyhappyaboutausingbadreations.”

“Feelingnervousisn’talwaysbad.”

BeforeDraoouldstophimself,hiseyesdarteduptoPotter’s.Foronefleetingmoment,Draothoughthesawsomethingthere,somethingthatmadehiminhalesharply.

“Speakingofyouroutstandingtraits,”Pottersaid,hisvoiedrippingwithsarasm.“Itwaskindaimpolite,thewayyouranoffstnight.”

“Ididnotrunoff,”Draosaiddefensively.

“Eitherway,Ithoughtitwasashameyoudidn’tstaylonger.”

Draoouldn’thelpbutfeelsuspiious.Thisfeltlikeatrap.Butheouldn’tseewherePotterwasgoingwiththis,yet;heonlyfeltsurethegoalwastoembarrasshim.Andpost-ok-gate-Draoreallywasn’tupforanymoreembarrassment.

“We’renottalkingaboutstnight,”hesaid,alreadyfeelingtheheatrisetohisheeks.

“Rex,Drao,”Potterhukled.“Iknowyoudidn’ttouhmeupiionally.”

True.Itwastrue.Still,Draofeltlikehewashidingadirtylittleseret.Whih,tehnially,hewas.

“Good,aslongaswe’relearonthat,”hesaid,grabbingmoreraspberries.“Iwouldnevertouhyouiionally.”EventhoughDraohadalwaystakengreatprideinbeinganexellentliar,hewasn’tsureifhisfaewasbetrayinghimjustthen.JudgingfromPotter’slook,atleast,somethingwasn’trig

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