“Wow,I’mkindaspeehless,”hemurmured.“Ihadnoideayouwereso…”

“Sowhat?”

“passionate.”

“Thishasnothingtodowithompassion,Potter,”Draosaid,wrinklinghisnose.

“Well,butIantellthismeansalottoyou.”

Draosaidnothing.ItdidmeanalottohimanditwassuhastrangefeelingtobesharingitwithPotter.

“Thanksforshowingme,”Pottersaid.Draomadeanon-ommittalsound.“I,um,Ihaveaonfessiontomake.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah,um…IsneakedinsidewhenyoushowedLunaaroundandoneoftheteahersshowedmesomething.”

Drao’sheartjumped.Ohno,whathadPotterseen?

“ShethoughtImightwanttoknowthatmymoneyisbeingputtogooduse.”

Ohbugger.

“SheshowedmesomepaperworkandIsawhowtheshoolisfinaned.”

Damnit.Somuhforthemkeepingtheirmouthsshutunderallirumstanes.

“Youhelpedaniseallthoseharitygas,didn’tyou?”

Draoouldn’ttellifPotterwasdispleasedornot.Atleasthehadonlyfoundoutpartofthetruth.

“Maybe,”hesaid,urtly.

“Youonlyinvitedmetoonega.”Thatdefinitelysoundedalittlereproahful.

“Youdon’tlikegoingtoeventslikethat,”Draopointedout.

“Yeah…butstill…”

Draooedhisoptions,finallydeidingthathoywasprobablyhisbestshot.“Okay,look,thethingis…Iinvitedyoutothatgatoraisemoremoney.Iknewifpeoplesawyouwereoming—”

“Soyoubasiallyusedme,”Potterinterruptedhim.“To…helphildren.”Potterpressedhislipstogether,but,Draorealised,itwasn’tinirritation;itwastokeephimselffromughing.“And,err,that’stheonlyreasonyouinvitedme?”

Draoalmosttrippedoverhisownfeet.“What—Whatelsewouldtherebe?”

“Drao,”Pottersighed.“Whyan’tyoujustadmityoulikeme?”Draofroze,hismindgoingompletelybnk.Potterseemedtobeinasimirstate,lookinglikehewasberatinghimselfforwhathe’djustsaid.“Um,youknow…asaperson,”headdedquikly.

Draowilledhismuslestorex,fhislipsintoasmirk.“You’re…nothorrible.”

“I’lltakeit,”Pottersaidwithagrin.“Although…”Hisgrinwidened.“Youseemtolikemeenoughtotellthekidsstoriesaboutme.”

Ohno,herewego.

“Itellthemstoriesaboutme.Youjusthappentobe…apartofthat.”

“Abigpart?”

Oh,thatokybastard.

“Youjusthavetotaketheleadineverything,don’tyou?”

“That’snotano,”Pottersaid,lookingsmug.

Drao’smouthtwithed,inspiteofhimself.Damnit!WhywasPotter’ssmilesoiious?

“I’mgdIametoday,”Pottersaid.

Metoo,Draothought,exhangingalongandmeaningfulgnewithhim.Therewasnopointinsayingitoutloud.HehadafeelingPotteralreadyknew.

Chapter7:Thinkaboutthesequene

Friday,31January2003

Draoleanedhisheadagainstthebakofthearmhair,hisgriponthebedaroundhimslowlyloosening.

“Ihateeverything,”hemurmured.

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