“Whosaidanythingaboutanewgirlfriend?”Potterasked,seeminglyaughtoffguard.
Draostaredathim,willinghisheartbeattoslowdown.‘Whataboutaboyfriend?’hewantedtoask.Howmanyhours,daysandmonthshehadspent,wifPottermightlikeblokes.Andhereitwas,theperfetopportunitytofindout.
Beforeheouldaskanymorequestions,however,Tomamebytoseeiftheyneededanythingelse,distratingthembothandleadingtheoionintoanotherdiretion.
Iftheirumstaneshadbeendifferent,DraomighthavebeentemptedtoadmitthatspendingtimewithPotterwasn’tthatbadafterall.Objetively.But,thethingwas,itwastorture.Hewassoawareofeveryword,everygnetheyexhanged,tryingnottoletshowhowmanythoughtsraedthroughhishead.Holy,itwasexhausting.
Draoinsistedongettingthetabandaftertheysteppedoutside,hestaredatPotter’soutstrethedhand.
“What?”Potterasked,stupidlyinDrao’sopinion.
Rollinghiseyes,heshooktheotherman’shand.
“Weshoulddothatagainsometime,”Potteradded.
“Sure,”Draoreplied,hisvoiesoundingindifferent.Heknewthatwasjustanemptyphrase,somethingyousaidtosomeoneyouseretlyhopetoneverseeagain.HeletgoofPotter’shandandturnedaway,iongoinghomeasquiklyaspossible.
“Oi,Malfoy,”heheardPotterall.Draobrieflylosedhiseyesandtookadeepbreathbeforehethrewaquestioninglookoverhisshoulder.Potterwassmilingathim.Shyly.SweetMerlin!
“Idon’thaveagirlfriend,”hesaid.Draoarhedaneyebrowinonfusion.“AndIdon’thaveaboyfriend,either.”
Wait.What?WhywasPottertellinghimthis?Seriously,whywasPottertellinghimthis?Wasitjusttoteasehim?Draowouldhavebetanythingthepratwastaken.Buthewassingle?Potterwassingle?
AndIdon’thaveaboyfriend,either.
Washeimplying…heswungbothways?Merlin’spants!
Suddenly,DraowishedPotterhadn’tsaidanythingatall.Hewassingle.Helikedblokes…
Fuk.
Thatwasevenworse!Itmadeeverythingsomuhworse.BeingjealousameeasytoDrao,heouldhavehandledthat.Giventheirumstanes,hewouldhaveevenwelomedthat.Whatheouldn’thandlewasbeingpresentedwithapossibility,nomatterhowsmall,butknowingitwouldneverendthewayhewanteditto.
“Okay,”Draosaidwarilyandturnedawayagain.
“Wait,areyouseeingsomeone?”Potteralledafterhim.
Draosnorted,whihalmostturnedintoaugh.“MerryChristmas,Potter,”hesaid,beforeheApparatedbaktotheManor.
Chapter3:ItMakesMeSoMad