“Bloodyhell,Potter,spititou—”
“MaybeIneverhatedyou,”Pottersputtered.
“Alright,maybeyoudidn’t,sowhat?”Draosaid,andheouldfeeltheiroionfallingbakinthatoldfamiliarpattern,seeingwhoouldmaketheotherfeeldumberwitheahword.
PottershothimahastisinggneandDraotriedtoignoretheheathefeltrisetohisheeks.Somaybeonlyhewasfallingbakintohisoldways.Potterseemedquitedeterminedtobedifferent.
“Ifyourgreatrevetionisthatitturnsoutyoudon’tmindmesomuh,Iamgoingtohavetoaskyoutohavebetterrevetionsfromnowon,”Draoontinued,onsiouslysofteninghisvoie.
“That’snotit,”Potterinsisted.
“Merlin’sbeard,Potter,getonwithitthen,”Draosaid,hiseyesgravitatingbaktowardsPotter’shands,fidgetingwiththesheets.Henotedthathewouldonlyhavetomovehisownafrationforthemtobetouhing.
“Thatartile,”Potterbegan.“Theoneyouhavesavedinyourbook—”
“You’velookedthroughthat?”Draostiffened.
“I—I’msorry,Ishouldn’thave,”Potterstuttered.“ButIwantedtosayitwasright.”
Draogaspedforairlikeafishoutofwater.Harryhadlookedthroughhisbook.Hetriedtoregainhisomposure,buthewassureitwasinvain.“Whihartile,Potter,Ihaveafewsaved.”
“Youknowwhihone,Malfoy.TheoneGinnyhaddoneafterwebrokeup.Theartile.”
“You—Potter,that’sextremelyinvasive,”Draoswallowed.
“AreyoureallygoingtoharponthatwhenI’vejusttoldyouthat—”
“I’mproessing,Potter,”hespatfindingHarry’seyesagain.“I’vebeenexiledforgoingonfouryears,you’rethefirstpersonI’vespokentothatisn’tMinervaMGonagallinasmuhtime,andyou’retellingmeyou’re…thatyou’re…whatareyoutellingme,Potter?You’venotsaidanything.”
Harryinhaledsharply,bitingoffaresponse.Hishandsresumingtheirfrantifidget.
“I’msayingthatIdon’thateyou,Malfoy,”hefinallyreplied,hisvoiebarelyaboveawhisper.
“Thanks,Potter,thankyousofukingmuh.Ifyou’requitefinishedbeingrypti,it’sbestyouleave,”Draohissedturningonhissidetofaeawayfromtheotherboy.
“No—”
“Go.”
“I’mnotquitefinished.”