“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.