“Couldwe—Err…”

Draostudiedhimlosely.Heseemedinrediblynervousallofasudden.Whatwasgoingon?

“bsp;we,um,turnoffthelights?”Potterasked.

“Youwanttodoitinthedark?”Draookedhisheadtotheside,hismindraing.WhywouldPotterwanttoturnoffthelights?Oh,Merlin!Hewastryingtobehivalrousagain,wasn’the?“Potter,Imaybeavirgin,butI’mnotsomedamselindistress.Ianhandlethis.”

“It’snotabout—”Potterbithislip.“Err,okay…then,maybe,err,weouldkeepourlotheson?”

“That…wouldompliatethings,”Draosaid,tryingtopushdownthedisappoithatwasquiklybubblingupinsidehim.“Ithoughtyouwantedtofukme.Imean…you’restillholdingmyok.”

“Ido,”Pottermumbled.ToDrao’shorror,heslowlyletgoofhisok.“But…um…okay,maybe…weouldatleastkeepourshirtson?”

Draowasn’tsure,buthethoughthesawPotter’seyesflikerdowntoDrao’shands.Orwasit…hisarms?

Oh.

“Youdon’twanttoseeit,”hewhispered,uandinghittinghimlikeasparossthefae.“Youdon’twanttoseetheDarkMark.”

Potterfrowned,seeminglytakenabak.Seriously?Washereallytryingtofeignignoranenow?

Draostaredathimwhilehisinsidesstartedtotightenpainfully.Itfeltlikehewasfree-fallingintoabkhole,whihwassukingalltraesofhappinessoutofhim,leavinghimemptyandold.

“Youdon’twantme,”hebreathed,flinhingatthesharpstabhefelttohishest.

“What?”Potterlookedinredulous.ButDraowouldn’tbefooledbyhimanymore.

“YouthinkI’mdisgusting!”HepushedPotterawayandhastilyzippeduphistrousers.“Youjustwantedaquikone-off.Ofourse!I’mnotgoodenoughforanythingelse!”

Ithurtsomuh,voiingoneofhisbiggestfears.Howironi.Suddenly,Potterhadturnedintohispersonalboggart.HowouldDraohavebeensostupid?OfoursePotterdidn’treallywanthim.

“Drao,that’snot—ThishasnothingtodowithyourDarkMark.”

“Whatotherreasonisthere?Tellmethisisn’tbeauseofwhoIam!”

“It’snot—”

“No,that’sexatlyit!Youan’tgoaround,fukingrandompeoplebeauseyou’reHarryPotter.Soyouluredmeinwithyouriat.Areyoureallythatdesperate?Youreallyneedtogetoffthatbadly,you’ddoitwithsomeonewhodisgustsyou?”

“Youdon’tdisgustme,”Pottersaid,hisvoiebreaking.

“Youdidn’tevenwanttolookatme!Youturnedmearoundsoyouwouldn’thavetoseemyfae!That’showdisgustedyouarebyme!Whowereyougoingtopiturewhileyoufukedme,huh?Wood?Weasley?”

“Fukyou,Drao!”Potterbellowed.

“Youknowwhat,you’rethedisgustingone,Potter!Youdisgustme!”

Holy,Draodidn’tknowwhathehadexpetedafterthat,butwathingPottergrabhissuitjaketandstormoutofhisroomhurtalmostasmuhasbeingruioedbytheDarkLord.

Unabletoholdhimselfupanylonger,hesanktohisknees.Hewassostupid.OfoursePotterdidn’twanthim.Nobodywantedhim.Still,hehadthoughtPotterwasdifferent.HehadthoughtPottermight…might…

“Stupid,”hehissedathimself.“So,sostupid!”

Thatwouldteahhim.Heshouldhaveknownbetterthantoletsomeonein,lethimselfbefooledlikethat.Holy,PotterwasnobetterthantherestofthebloodyWizardingWorld.Ifanything,hewasworse.Hewasafukinghyporite.

MaybeDraoshouldhavestuktohisdreams.Yes,theyouldn’tkeepupwithreality,butrealityhadtherueltendenytohokeoffanykindofhope,evenforsomeonewhousuallydidn’tdaretohopeatall.

Thursday,5June2003

“Areyougoingtoopenitorareyougoingtostareatituntilyoureyeballsfalloutofyourhead?”

“Shutup,Pansy.”

“TheonlyreasonI’mnotgoingtoarguewithyouisbeauseit’syourbirthday.OtherwiseI’dbetellingyouwhataprikyouare.”

“Iknowit’sfromhim.I’mnotgoingtoopenit.”

“Thensenditbak.”

“It’snotthateasy.”

“Ofourseitis.”Pansyleanedforward,brandishingthehampagnefluteinherhand.“Ooooh,youwanttoknowwhat’sinside,don’tyou?”

“It’sjustaletter,”Draosnapped.

“Youwantmetoreadit?”Pansysmirked.

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