“May24th.”
“Potter,that’sfourmonthsfromnow,”Draospluttered.Somuhforbeingimpassive.
“So?”
So?Potterreallywasthedepersontoeverwalkthisearth.
WhenthesaleswomanreturnedwithaseletionofsuitsandshowedPotterthewaytothehangingbooths,hepausedbeforehewentin.
“Justthinkaboutit.Itmightbefuntogotogether,”hesaidwithasmile.
Afterhevanishedbehindtheurtain,Draosatdownonthepadded,ream-olouredbenhinfrontofthebigmirror.Heknewhe’dhavetomakeadeisionsoonerorter.Couldhereallystomahwherethismightbegoing?CouldhereallybefriendswithPotter?OhMerlin,wasittoote?Weretheyfriendsalready?But…whatif…whatifPotterstarteddatingsomeone?Drao’sheadstartedspinningasasuddensurgeofjealousyhithim.IfPotterwasalreadydatingsomeone,itwouldbedifferent.Butitwouldbesuhaspinthefaeifhefoundsomeonenew,someonewhomadehimhappy,afterspendingsomuhtimewithDrao,aftergettingtoknowhim.Draoknewhewasbeingirrational.TherewasnowayPotterwouldeveratuallywanttodatehim.Asidefromthefatthatheouldn’t,beauseDrao—
“Okay,hereIome,”Potteralled.
Boy,itwasagoodthingDraowassittingdown.AssoonasPotterpushedtheurtainasideandsteppedoutofthehangingbooth,Drao’sjawhitthefloor.HehadthoughtPotterlookedgoodwearingformalrobes,butlookingathimnow,dinabluesuit,hewasforedtoreonsider.
“Ilookridiulous,don’tI?”Potterasked,lookingutterlyunomfortable.Draoouldonlystareathimwithhismouthhangingopen.Helookedabsolutelybreathtaking.
“Ridiulousisonewaytodesribeit,”Draomuttered.Ridiulouslyhandsome,headdedinhismind.
Pottermadeafaeandlookeddownonhimself.“I’lltryonanotherone,”hesaid,losingtheurtainagain.Instintively,Draoluthedathishest,asifthatwouldprompthisheartbeattoslowdown.Merlin,Potterwouldbethedeathofhim.Thatnotionseemedtobeonfirmedwhenhesteppedoutagain,thistimewearingagreysuit.“Whatdoyouthink?”
Draolearedhisthroat,atingasthoughhewasompletelyued.“It’snothorrible,”hemurmured.
“Isn’tittootight?”Potterasked.
Holy,theonlythingthatwastootightrightnowwereDrao’strousers.Hequiklyrossedhislegsandfoldedhisarmsoverthem,hopinghelookednonhant.
“Tryanotherone,”hesaid,hopingPotterwouldobligeandgiveDraoanotherhanetoalmhisnerves.AsPottervanishedbehindtheurtainonemore,Draosawthesaleswomanapproahinghim.
“Itookthelibertyofpikingoneforyouaswell,”shesaid,Draothesuitinherarms.
“That’salright,Idon’t—”
“That’sagreatidea,”Potteralledfromthehangingbooth.“You’llneedoneifyou’reomingasmy—Ifyou’regoingtotheweddingwithme.”
DraostoppedmovingastherestofPotter’sunspokensenteneehoedinhismind.Hadhereallyalmostjustsaid‘ifyou’reomingasmydate’?Draoquietlyhoked,unbelievablygratefulPotterouldn’tseehimrightnow.Ithadprobablyjustbeenastupidslip.Buteitherway,DraofeltflusteredashewordlesslytookthesuitfromthesaleswomananddartedintothehangingboothtoPotter’s.