“No,wait!Idon’tthinkyoushouldbeusingmagirightnow.”

Draorolledhiseyes,eventhoughhequietlyagreedwithPotter.“Youdoit,then.”

Potter’sfaetwisted.“No,Idon’ttrustmyselfto—No.Let’sjust—Waithere,okay?”Hegotupanddartedintoanotherroom.Hisbedroom,Draosupposed.Whenheamebak,hewasholdingabluejumper.

“Here,putthison.”

Draosrunheduphisnoseandrossedhisarmsinfrontofhishest.“That’sridiulous.Justwaveyourbloodywandandit’llgetridofthestains.”

“Drao,”Pottersaidinasternvoie.“I’mnotusingmagionyourightnow.Stopbeingababyandputthison.”

Grittinghisteeth,DraowrenhedthejumperoutofPotter’shandsandstompedintohisbedroom,bangingthedoorshutbehindhim.ThrowingthejumperonPotter’sbed,heunbuttonedhisshirtwithfuriousfingersandtossedinonthefloor.Hegrimaedashepulledonthejumper,unwillingtoaknowledgehowsoftitfeltagainsthisskin.And…ohMerlin,hedidn’tthinkthisthrough!OfoursethejumpersmelledlikePotter!

Carefully,Draosniffedatthesleeveandwasimmediatelyoverwhelmed.Howwashesupposedtosurvivetheeveninglikethis?HetriednottothinkabouthowmanytimesPotterhadwornthisjumper,howitusuallyaressedhisskin,howitprobablytousledhishairwhenhepulleditoff…Oh,Merlin!

Withasowl,Draolookeddownonhimself.Heprobablylookedridiulous.Thejumperwasfartoobig.WhyPotterlikedhislotheslikethis,Draowouldneveruand.Helookedaround,frowning.Didn’tPotterownamirror?Huh.Therewassomethingintheorneroftheroomthatouldbeamirror,butitwasoveredwithabedsheet.Lettinguriositygetthebetterofhim,hewalkedoverandliftedit.Surelyenough,hisrefletionstaredbakathim.Weird!WhywouldPotteroveruphismirror?Oh,andDraodidlookveryridiulousindeed!

Sighing,heletgoofthebedsheetandturnedaround.HisgazefellonapitureframeonPotter’sbedsidetable;Potter,GrangerandWeasleyweregrinninglikeidiots,theirarmsaroundtheirshoulders.ItmusthavebeentakenatHogwarts,oratleastduringtheirtimethere.Somehow,DraothoughtitwassignifiantthatthisseemedtobetheonlypersonalthingPotterhadondispyinhisft.Anditwasinhisbedroom,sonoteverybodywouldseeit.Hehadnoideawhattomakeofit.

“Areyouokayinthere?”heheardPotterall.Draohuffedandkikedhisshirtintoaorner.Potterouldleanitforallheared.Grumpily,hemarhedbakintothelivingroom.HeaughtsightofPotter’sfae,whihwasstrangelylightingup.HealmostlookedasthoughhelikedseeingDraoinhisjumper.

“It’stoobig,”Draomutteredashesatdown.

“Allmylothesarelikethat,”Pottershrugged,buttherewasahintofnervousnessinhisvoie.

“Why?”

Pottershruggedagain.“I’musedtoit,Iguess.”HewasstilllookingatDraointhatstrangeway.Heprobablyjustfeltsmug,havingrobbedDraoofhisdignity.

“Thiswasjustaploytogetmeintooneofyourhideousjumpers,wasn’tit?”

“Maybe,”Pottersaidwithaheekygrin.“Itlooksgoodonyou.”

Draosnorted,lookingdownonhimselfonemore.Itwaslikehewaswearingatent.Potterwasabouthisheight,andwhilehisshouldersmighthavebeenabitbroader,itdidn’texpinwhyhewashoosingtowearlothesthatlookedliketheyouldfitthathalf-giant,Hagrid.

Drao’seyesroamedPotter’sfae,historso…Nowthathethoughtaboutit,itlookedlikePotterhadputonafewpounds.Good.ThethoughtthathisMuggleretiveshadstarvedhimstillmadeDraowanttosream.ButPotterlookedhealthiernowandDraosuddenlyfeltweirdlygratefulforthat.

“AreyoustillintouhwithyourMuggleretives?”heasked,unabletostophimself.

“Let’snottalkaboutthatanymore.Let’shangethesubjet,”Pottersaid,wearily.No,Draowantedtosay,we’retalkingaboutthis,butPotter’storturedexpressionpulledathisheartstrings.Henodded,tryingnottobetooobviousaboutwathingPotterasheutintothepotroast.

“Oh,”heblurtedasheswallowedhisfirstbite.“Thisis…good.”

Potter’sfaeimmediatelylitup.“Didyoujustgivemeaompliment?”

Draosnorted,distratinghimselfwithanotherbite.“Don’tgetusedtoit,”hemuttered.OutoftheornerofhiseyeshesawPotterhesitantlyliftingaforkfulofpotroasttohismouth.HisheartgavealittlejumpwhenPotterstartedtohew.Heneverwouldhavethoughtwathingsomeoneelseeatouldfeelthatsatisfying.Wasthatweird?Probably.

“Youknow,I’vebeenmeaningtoask,”Pottersaid.“Doesn’tyourmotherwantyoutomovetoFrane?”

Draoletoutahumourlessugh.Oh,thedisussionsthey’dhadaboutthat.

“I’mjusturious,”Potteradded.

“Lookingforawaytogetridofme?”Draoquipped,eventhoughhefeltalittlestabtothehest.Pottergettingsikofhimwassuhahorriblethought.

“Firstofall,it’snotlikeFraneisn’tjustaportkeyaway,”Pottersaidinanamusedtone.“Seond,I’lladmit,I’m…nottoomadyoudidn’tmovetoFranewithyourmum.”

Huh.Washesaying—

“Sowhydidn’tyou?”Potterasked.

“ItwouldhavelookedlikeI’mrunningaway,”Draoresponded.“NotthatIbmemother,butIjust…Ijustwantedtostay,”heshrugged.

“Nottakingtheeasywayout,”Pottersaidwithanapprovingnod.“Ithinkthat’sadmirable.”

IrritationfredupinDraoandhewasjustabouttosnapatPotter,whenheadded,“I’mgdyoudeidedtostay.”

That…sounded…genuine.But…Hewasgd?Whatdidthatevenmean?Draofeltsoonfused,hegrabbedattheair,insteadofhiswinegss.Whihwasempty.Beausehehaddestroyedthewine.Ugh!Potterouldn’tjustsaysomethinglikethat.

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