Drao’sjawdropped.“What?”

“I’mtehniallystillpartoftheAurorprogram.It’smandatorytogetahek-upeverysixmonths.”

Draoballedhishandsintofists.Weasley!Thatbuffoon!Heshouldhavebeenmorespeifi.Thenagain,maybeDraohadoverreatedjustalittlebit.Hehadn’teventhoughttwiebeforerunningofftothehospital,frantiandpaniked.Ifhehadstoppedtothinkaboutit,hewouldhaverealisedWeasleywouldn’thavebeeninDiagonAlleybutatPotter’sbedsideifhisonditionhadbeenserious.Bugger!

“DidyouthinkIwashurt?”

Draobithislip.“No?”

“Soyoujustlikeyellingatpeople?”Oneagain,Potterlookedfartooamused.

Draolikedhistonguebeforeheturnedtothenurse.“I’msorryaboutthat,”hesaid.

Sheregardedhimlosely,hergazeflikeringbakandforthbetweenhimandPotter.“It’salright.Butifyouwouldhaveletmetalk,IouldhavetoldyouMr.Potterwasn’tinjured.”

Draomadeafae,feelingfoolishforembarrassinghimself,yetagain,infrontofPotter.

“Hey,sineyou’rehere,”Pottergrinned,“Ineedtorunsomeerrands.Caretojoinme?”

Draojuststaredathim.Ifhedidn’tknowanybetter,he’dsayPotterwasatuallygdhehadometoStMungo’s.Maybeitwastheonfusionoverthatelusivethought,mixedwiththerelieftoseePotterinonepiee,thatpromptedhimtonod.

“Great,”Potterbeamed.“Although,Ithinkwemightneedtotransfigureyourloakintoaoat.”

“Why?”

“We’regoingintoMuggleLondon.”

“What?”

BeforeDraoouldprotest,Potterpushedhimdowntheorridorandoutthedoor.HehadtheaudaitytolookhipperandwhistlethewholewaytotheshophehauledDraoto.Whentheysteppedinside,Draognedaround.

“IsthissomekindofMadamMalkin’sforMuggles?”heasked.

“Ifyouwanttoputitthatway,”Pottersmiled.Draohadasuspiionhewouldnevergetusedtothat,Pottersmilingathim.Heturnedaway,eyeingoneofthemannequinsasawomanapproahedthem.

“Hello,”thewomansaidinaheerfultone.“bsp;Ihelpyouwithanything?”

“Yeah,”Pottersaid.“I’mlookingforasuit.”

“Didyouhaveanythingspeifiinmind?”

“Notreally.”

“Doyouneeditforaspeifioasion?”

“Yeah,um,awedding,”Pottersaid,hiseyesdartingovertoDrao.

“Oh,ongratutions,”thewomansaidwithabigsmileonherfae.

“Oh,no,no,”Pottersaidhastily.“I’mnot—We’renot—It’snotour—I’mjustaguestthere.”

“Ah,I’msosorry,”thewomansaid,lookingembarrassedwhileshebroughtupahandtooverhermouth.“Wouldyoulikemetogetafewoptions?”

“Thatwouldbegreat,thanks,”Pottersaid.Itdidn’tesapeDrao’snotiethathelookedalittleflushed.

Assoonasthesaleswomanhadvanished,hequietlylearedhisthroat,willinghisvoietosoundonlymildlyiedasheasked,“Who’sgettingmarried?”HewathedPotterfidgetwiththesleeveofhisoat.

“Cho.”

“Cho?”Draoehoed,okinghishead.“g?bsp;gisgettingmarried?”

“Yeah,toaMuggle.TheydeidedtohaveaMugglewedding.”

WhileDraoproessedthat,hewaspleasedtofindnohintofregretoranythingindiatingreseinPotter’svoie.Everybodyknewhehaddrooledafterherinfourthyear.Theirshort-livedromaneayearterhadbeenthetalkoftheshoolbakthen,andDraostillithedtoknowwhytheyhadbrokenup.

“Hey,”Pottersaidquietly.“If,um…Areyou—Imean,err—”

“What?”PotterstammeringlikethatmadeDraoedgy.HeknewnothinggoodwasabouttofollowwhenPotterwasshowingsignsofnervousness.

“Ifyou’renotdoinganythingthatday…um…Thatistosay—Err,youwanttoome?”

“What?”Draogawkedathim.HadPotterreallyjustaskedhimwhatDraothoughthehadasked?“Tothewedding?Withyou?”

“Yes?”Pottersaidinanusuallysqueakytone.

“Oh.”Heatimmediatelyrushedtohisheeks.Potter,thatblokhead!Didn’theknowwhatinvitingsomeonetoaweddingimplied?Ofoursehedidn’t.Besides,DraoknewtheonlyreasonPotterhadjustaskedhimwasbeausehewasshortofoptions.Hehadsaidallofhisfriendshadpartnersandheprobablydidn’twanttoshowuptherealoneorwithsomeonehebarelyknew.So,really,hewasaskingDraobeausehehadnobodyelse.Howharming.But,seriously,nomatterhowdesperateDraomighthavebeenforPotter’sattention—Ugh!—hestillhadhisdignity.Atleast,that’swhathekepttellinghimself.But…wasn’tthatwhathewasdoingrightnow?AeptingthefatthatPotterspenttimewithhimbeauseheapparentlyhadnobodyelsetoturnto?Wasgoingtoaweddingwithhimfortheverysamereasonreallythatmuhworse?

“When’sthewedding?”Draoasked,keepinghisfaeimpassive.

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