Draopressedhisfaeintoherthighs.Hejustwantedthepaintostop.Hedidn’twanttofeellikethisanymore.
“Oh,fuk!Oh,Drao!”Sheradledhisheadwithonehand,whiletheotherstartedstrokinghishair.“Howdidshereat?”
Pansyknewoftheirarra.Sheknewhowmuhpressuretheyhadbeenunder.
“Shewasfartoouanding,”hewhimpered.Unlikemother,headdedinhishead.Heknewshewantedhimtobehappyandmaybeshe’domearoundeventually,buttherewasnodoubtshewouldbehurt.Heouldalreadypiturethedisappoiinhereyes.Draohatedthat.Buttherehadbeennootherway.Heouldn’tgothroughwithit.
“Youdidtherightthing,Drao.Ourparentsshouldn’tditateeverymovewemake.Notanymore.Notwhenitomestothis.”
Deepdown,Draoagreed.Ofoursehedid,otherwisehewouldn’thavebrokenupwithAstoria.Anditwasn’tlikehehadbrokenherheart.Heknewshewasn’tinlovewithhim.Butstill,hehadruinedtheirpns.
Hehadruinedeverything.
Thursday,April102003
Draostartledwhengreenfmessuddenlyeruptedinthefirepeofhisparlourandaveryangry-lookingHarryPotterstompedoutofit.
“Youbastard,”heyelled.
“Whatthefuk,Potter!Whatareyoudoinghere?”
Potterignoredhisquestionand,withoutwarning,lungedatDrao,grabbinghimbyhisolr.
“Youshouldhavetoldme,”hegrowled.“Youshouldhavetoldmeyoubrokeoffthee.”
Draostaredathim,bewildered.“Whotoldyouthat?”
“Itdoesn’tmatterwhotoldme.Youshouldhavebeentheonetotellme.”
“Ididn’tbreakupwithAstoriabeauseofyou,”Draosaid,veryawarethathesoundedlikeastubbornhild.
“Oh?”Pottersaid.Hesoundedfartoooky.“Whythen?”
“That’snoneofyourbusiness,”DraogrumbledandtriedtowrigglehimselfoutofPotter’sgrip.
“Ithinkyou’relying,”Pottersaid,hiseyesnarrowing.“There’snowayyou’dgoagainstyourparents’wishesunlessthere’saverygoodreasonforit.Anddon’ttellmethiswasn’ttheiridea!”