“May24th.”

“Potter,that’sfourmonthsfromnow,”Draospluttered.Somuhforbeingimpassive.

“So?”

So?Potterreallywasthedepersontoeverwalkthisearth.

WhenthesaleswomanreturnedwithaseletionofsuitsandshowedPotterthewaytothehangingbooths,hepausedbeforehewentin.

“Justthinkaboutit.Itmightbefuntogotogether,”hesaidwithasmile.

Afterhevanishedbehindtheurtain,Draosatdownonthepadded,ream-olouredbenhinfrontofthebigmirror.Heknewhe’dhavetomakeadeisionsoonerorter.Couldhereallystomahwherethismightbegoing?CouldhereallybefriendswithPotter?OhMerlin,wasittoote?Weretheyfriendsalready?But…whatif…whatifPotterstarteddatingsomeone?Drao’sheadstartedspinningasasuddensurgeofjealousyhithim.IfPotterwasalreadydatingsomeone,itwouldbedifferent.Butitwouldbesuhaspinthefaeifhefoundsomeonenew,someonewhomadehimhappy,afterspendingsomuhtimewithDrao,aftergettingtoknowhim.Draoknewhewasbeingirrational.TherewasnowayPotterwouldeveratuallywanttodatehim.Asidefromthefatthatheouldn’t,beauseDrao—

“Okay,hereIome,”Potteralled.

Boy,itwasagoodthingDraowassittingdown.AssoonasPotterpushedtheurtainasideandsteppedoutofthehangingbooth,Drao’sjawhitthefloor.HehadthoughtPotterlookedgoodwearingformalrobes,butlookingathimnow,dinabluesuit,hewasforedtoreonsider.

“Ilookridiulous,don’tI?”Potterasked,lookingutterlyunomfortable.Draoouldonlystareathimwithhismouthhangingopen.Helookedabsolutelybreathtaking.

“Ridiulousisonewaytodesribeit,”Draomuttered.Ridiulouslyhandsome,headdedinhismind.

Pottermadeafaeandlookeddownonhimself.“I’lltryonanotherone,”hesaid,losingtheurtainagain.Instintively,Draoluthedathishest,asifthatwouldprompthisheartbeattoslowdown.Merlin,Potterwouldbethedeathofhim.Thatnotionseemedtobeonfirmedwhenhesteppedoutagain,thistimewearingagreysuit.“Whatdoyouthink?”

Draolearedhisthroat,atingasthoughhewasompletelyued.“It’snothorrible,”hemurmured.

“Isn’tittootight?”Potterasked.

Holy,theonlythingthatwastootightrightnowwereDrao’strousers.Hequiklyrossedhislegsandfoldedhisarmsoverthem,hopinghelookednonhant.

“Tryanotherone,”hesaid,hopingPotterwouldobligeandgiveDraoanotherhanetoalmhisnerves.AsPottervanishedbehindtheurtainonemore,Draosawthesaleswomanapproahinghim.

“Itookthelibertyofpikingoneforyouaswell,”shesaid,Draothesuitinherarms.

“That’salright,Idon’t—”

“That’sagreatidea,”Potteralledfromthehangingbooth.“You’llneedoneifyou’reomingasmy—Ifyou’regoingtotheweddingwithme.”

DraostoppedmovingastherestofPotter’sunspokensenteneehoedinhismind.Hadhereallyalmostjustsaid‘ifyou’reomingasmydate’?Draoquietlyhoked,unbelievablygratefulPotterouldn’tseehimrightnow.Ithadprobablyjustbeenastupidslip.Buteitherway,DraofeltflusteredashewordlesslytookthesuitfromthesaleswomananddartedintothehangingboothtoPotter’s.

Hequiklyslippedoutofhislothes,grumblingunderhisbreath,andputonthedarkbluesuit.Thesaleswomanhadaddedamathingtietoit,whihDraoloopedaroundhisnek.Hewasjustabouttoreahforhiswand,stashedawayinhistransfiguredloak,whensomeonetuggedathisurtain.

“What’stakingsolong?”Potteraskedimpatiently.

“Justgivemeamoment,”Draoanswered,fumblingforhiswand.

“Areyouwearingthesuit?”Potteredgedon.

“Iam,”Draosighed.“But—Hey!”DraowhirledaroundasPotterdrewbaktheurtain.“Youan’tjustbargeinhere,”hesnapped.

Pottershrugged.“Yousaidyouwerewearingthesuit.”Draomadeafae,butlethimselfbetuggedoutside,suddenlyfeelingabitshy.HehadneverwornaMugglesuitbefore.

HisbreathaughtinhisthroatwhenPotterputhishandsonDrao’sshoulderandstartedeyeinghimily.Itwasimpossibletotellwhathewasthinking.Whenhelearedhisthroatandtookastepbak,Draowantedtogroan.

“Youlook…”Potter’sgazebeamemoreintensebeforehelearedhisthroatagain.“Youlookreallygood.”

Somehow,DraogottheimpressionPotterhadwantedtosaysomethingelse.

“You…don’tlooktoobadyourself,”Draosaid,whihwassuhanuatement,healmostringed.Potterlookedfabulous.Thebksuit,pairedwithabowtieandasilkywhitedressshirtmadehimlooklikehehadjuststeppedoutofapainting.

PottergavehimalopsidedsmilethatstoppedDrao’sheart.

“Youneedhelpwiththat?”Potterasked,pointingatthetiethatstillhunglooselyaroundDrao’snek.

“Atually,”Draogrumbled,“Iwasjustabouttogetmywand,soIouldtieit,whenyoudraggedmeouthere.”

“Wait,”Pottersaid,frowning,“youanonlydoitwithmagi?”

“WhyinMerlin’snameshouldIknowhowtodoitwithoutmagi?”Draoretorted,pursinghislips.

Pottershookhisheadandletoutalittleugh.“ehere,”hesaid,butdidn’twaitforDraotoobligeandsteppedloserinstead.

DraowentrigidwhenPotterreahedupandgrabbedthetie,brushinghisfingersagainstDrao’snekintheproess.Byaident.Surely,itwasbyaident.Also,didhehavetostandsolose?Draoouldfeelhisbreathonhisskin,heouldsmellhim…Fuk.Thiswastorture!

“Thereyougo,”Pottersaid,lookingpleasedwithhimself.TheybothturnedtolookatthemselvesinthemirrorandDraohadtoadmit,thesuitwasn’tthatbad.Helikedtheolour,thewaythedar

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