Draonodded,makinghiswaytothekithen.HewasprettysureGeeandLunastartedtalkingabouthimtheseondhewasgone,buthedidn’tmind.Geehadeveryrighttobeseptial.Holy,DraohadnoideawhyLunalikedhim.Mostdays,Draodidn’tlikehimself,sohowouldanybodyelse?
Heletoutasighinreliefwhenhefoundthekithenwasempty.Well,exeptformoreballoons.Howmanywerethere?Hehelpedhimselftoagssofredwinewhih,shokingly,tastedfarbetterthanhewouldhavethought,giventhiswasWeasley’sparty.
“Hey,where’dyougetthatgss?”
Draoturnedaround,startled,andfoundayoungmanwithsandybrownhairsmilingathim.
“Righthere,”hesaid,handinghimone.
“Thanks,”hesaid,reahingforthefirewhiskey.“I’mHenrybytheway.”
“Drao.”
“Oh,you’reDraoMalfoy,aren’tyou?”Henrysaid,strethingouthishand.Draoshookitwarily.Whenpeoplereognisedhimbyhisname,theyusuallystartedtalkingaboutthepast.AndeventhoughthisHenryguyseemedfriendlyenough,DraowasinnomoodtotalkabouthisdaysasaDeathEaterwithastranger.
“That’sme,”hesaidinalippedtone,sippingathiswine.
“Harrytoldmesomuhabout—”
“Ah,youmetHenry.”
Draoalmosthoked.HiseyeswidenedashetookinthebrightgrinonPotter’sfaeasheenteredthekithen.Itwassuhashokingsight;notonlybeauseDraohadn’texpetedtoseePottergrinningathimafterwhathadhappenedbetweenthem,but…beause…
HolyfukingMotherofMerlin!
BloodyPotterhadabloodybeardnow.Andnotjustalittlestubblefrombeingtoozytoshaveforafewdays,afull-on,raven-bkbeard.Shit.Shit!Itmadehimlookabsolutelydeletable.AndasiftomokDrao,theprathadhosentodressnielyforahange.
AsDraoeyedtheolrofthebluedressshirtandthetie,hewonderedifPotterwasindeedwearingthistoirritatehim.Surely,LunahadtoldhimshewouldbebringingDrao.Thatwouldalsoexpinwhyhedidn’tlooksurprisedatalltofindhiminWeasley’skithen.Besides,heknewPotter.Thiswasn’tanoutfithe’dnormallyhooseforhimself.Thegreyjumperhewaswearingontoplookedinrediblysoft;wasthatashmere?Potterdidn’twearashmere!
DraowassuddenlystartledoutofhisthoughtswhenhenotiedPotterhadurledanarmaroundHenry’ship.Itwasaverypossessivegesture,onethatsaid‘He’smine,bakoff’.Only,Draoouldn’thavearedlessaboutHenry.
“Oh,howlovely,”hesaidwithafakesmilewhilehisinsidesstartedtoboil.Potterwasdatingsomeone?Hewasdatingsomeone?AndhewasparadinghiminfrontofDraolikeashowdog.Seriously?Seriously?
Theyallflinhedwhenseveralballoonsaroundtheroomsuddenlyburst.Henrylookedthiswayandthat,whilePotter’sgazeflikeredtoDraoforafrationofaseond.Damnit,heneededtoontrolhismagiaroundPotter.Andfromthelooksofit,thestupidpratknewexatlywhatwasgoingon.Orheseemedtohavehissuspiionsatleast.
“Hey,Harry,Henry,ouldyouguysomeoverhereforase?”Grangeralledfromthelivingroom.
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