“I’mnotasrestlessasyouare,”hesaid.“Ianverywellsitbakandenjoylivingthelifethatwasintendedformeastheheirofapure-bloodfamily.”

“Somehow,Idon’tbelieveyou,”Pottersaid,asmallsmilestartingtoformonhislips.“MaybeonedayI’llgetitoutofyou.”

Draothrewhisheadbak,sn,suddenlyfeelingaught.

“Hey,”Potteradded,nonhant,“howaboutwegooutfordrinksagain?”

Draoblinked.“What?”

“Youheardme.”

“Drinks.Again?”Huh.That…wasnotwhatDraohadexpeted.“Iholyseenoreasonforthat,”hesaidslowly.

“Um,beauseit’sfun?”Pottersaid.HealmostsoundedlikeBise.“Andsoweangettoknoweahotherbetter.”

“Potter,we’veknowneahotherforyears,there’sno—”

“Dowereally,though?”Potterinterrupted.

Draowantedtorollhiseyes,tellPottertobuggeroff,but…heknewwhatPottermeantandifhewasbeingho,theofferwasratherintriguing.Butouldhereallyriskit?TherewasareasonhehadmostlyavoidedPotterallthoseyears.

“Youwanttohaveanotherhearttoheart?”hesaid,teasingly.Pottershrugged,asifhewantedtosay‘Whynot?’“I’mnotabigfanofrowds,”Draosaid,tappingafingeragainsthisup.“AndyourGryffindorfriendsaren’texatly—”

“Oh,no.Iwasatuallythinkingit’dbejustyouandme.”

Draostoppedmoving,hismouthgoingdry.

Justyouandme.

Was—Wasthis—WasPotterasking—No,thatwasn’tpossible.Themorepusibleexpnationwasthathesimplyneededadrinkingbuddy.

“Youfreetonight?”Potterasked.

DraowilledhisheartbeattoslowdownashefoundPotter’sgazeandheldit.“IguessIouldspareanhour,”hedrawled.HetriedhardnottoreattoPotter’sgrin,butfailed.Heouldfeeltheornersofhismouthliftingupwardswithouthispermission.

“Huh.Idon’tthinkI’veeverseenyousmileatmebefore,”Pottersaidquietly.BeforethesmilediedonDrao’slips,Potterleanedforward.“Ilikeit.”

ItwasasthoughanerumpenthadsuddenlybeenletlooseinDrao’shead,stompingoneverybrainellthathadsurvivedPotter’sridiulousrevetion.

“Alright,IthinkI’dbettergetgoingnow,”Pottersaid,alreadyrisingfromhisseat.“bsp;Iuseyourfloo?”

Draonodded,numbly.Heledthewaytotheparlourandwordlesslygesturedtothefirepe.

“Right.”Potterpaused.“I’llpikyouupatseven,okay?”

Draonoddedagain.Itwasridiulous,really,thatPotterhadtheabilitytorenderhimspeehlesslikethat.HewathedPotterashetookapinhoffloopowderandsteppedintothefirepe.

“Seeyouthen,”hesaid.Andrightbeforehevanished,hesmiled.

HowPotterhadmanagedtoturn‘Drinks,justyouandme’into‘Dinner,justyouandme’,withoutDraonotiing,wasarealmystery.Hehadsaidsomethingalongthelinesof,“Wouldyoumindifwegetsomethingtoeatfirst?I’mreallyhungry.”

Clearly,Potterhadpnnedthisallalong,sineheseemedtohavemadereservationsattheMugglerestauranthehadhauledDraoto.Theonlyquestionwas:Why?Hedidn’tseempartiurlyhungrynow,pushinghissteakfromlefttorightonhispte,insteadofeatingit.

“Isitnotgood?”Draoasked.HewathedarefullyasPotterbithislip.Healmostlookedlikeahild,whohadbeenaskedtoeatalltheirvegetables.Hismouthwasinatightlinewhileheslowlyutintothesteak.Thebitehetookwassotiny,Draowonderedwhyhebotheredhewing.Drinkinginhisstrainedexpression,Draodeidednottoommentonitandturnedhisattentiontohisownmealinstead.Still,Potter’sbehaviourwas…odd.Hehadbarelysaidawordsinetheyhadenteredtherestaurant.

Theyontinuedeatinginsileneandwhenthewaiterametolearthetable,DraonotiedthatPotterhadbarelyeatenhalfofhismeal.

“So,wherearewegoingfordrinks?”Draoaskedastheysteppedoutoftherestaurant.

“Atually…”Potterhesitated,shovinghishandsintohisoatpokets.“I’m—I’mnotfeelingsogood.”

“Oh.”

“Wouldyoumindifwegoanothertime?”

Draokepthisfeaturesimpassive,eventhoughdisappoibubbledupinsidehim.“Ofourse.”

“Thanks,”Pottermutteredandturnedonhisheels.“I’llowlyou!”

Draolookedafterhim,fbbergasted.Whatthefukhadjusthappened?IthadbeenPotter’sideatogoout!SowhydidDraofeellikehehadjustbeendumped?HadPotterhangedhismindaboutbeingfriends?HadDraodonesomething?Andsinewhenwashequestioninghimselflikeathirteen-year-old?Ugh,Potterouldgofukhimself.ThiswasjustanotherreasonwhyDraoshouldhavestayedawayfromhim.

Friday,10January2003

Drao,I’msorryabouttheothernight.

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