“Couldwe—Err…”
Draostudiedhimlosely.Heseemedinrediblynervousallofasudden.Whatwasgoingon?
“bsp;we,um,turnoffthelights?”Potterasked.
“Youwanttodoitinthedark?”Draookedhisheadtotheside,hismindraing.WhywouldPotterwanttoturnoffthelights?Oh,Merlin!Hewastryingtobehivalrousagain,wasn’the?“Potter,Imaybeavirgin,butI’mnotsomedamselindistress.Ianhandlethis.”
“It’snotabout—”Potterbithislip.“Err,okay…then,maybe,err,weouldkeepourlotheson?”
“That…wouldompliatethings,”Draosaid,tryingtopushdownthedisappoithatwasquiklybubblingupinsidehim.“Ithoughtyouwantedtofukme.Imean…you’restillholdingmyok.”
“Ido,”Pottermumbled.ToDrao’shorror,heslowlyletgoofhisok.“But…um…okay,maybe…weouldatleastkeepourshirtson?”
Draowasn’tsure,buthethoughthesawPotter’seyesflikerdowntoDrao’shands.Orwasit…hisarms?
Oh.
“Youdon’twanttoseeit,”hewhispered,uandinghittinghimlikeasparossthefae.“Youdon’twanttoseetheDarkMark.”
Potterfrowned,seeminglytakenabak.Seriously?Washereallytryingtofeignignoranenow?
Draostaredathimwhilehisinsidesstartedtotightenpainfully.Itfeltlikehewasfree-fallingintoabkhole,whihwassukingalltraesofhappinessoutofhim,leavinghimemptyandold.
“Youdon’twantme,”hebreathed,flinhingatthesharpstabhefelttohishest.
“What?”Potterlookedinredulous.ButDraowouldn’tbefooledbyhimanymore.
“YouthinkI’mdisgusting!”HepushedPotterawayandhastilyzippeduphistrousers.“Youjustwantedaquikone-off.Ofourse!I’mnotgoodenoughforanythingelse!”
Ithurtsomuh,voiingoneofhisbiggestfears.Howironi.Suddenly,Potterhadturnedintohispersonalboggart.HowouldDraohavebeensostupid?OfoursePotterdidn’treallywanthim.
“Drao,that’snot—ThishasnothingtodowithyourDarkMark.”
“Whatotherreasonisthere?Tellmethisisn’tbeauseofwhoIam!”
“It’snot—”
“No,that’sexatlyit!Youan’tgoaround,fukingrandompeoplebeauseyou’reHarryPotter.Soyouluredmeinwithyouriat.Areyoureallythatdesperate?Youreallyneedtogetoffthatbadly,you’ddoitwithsomeonewhodisgustsyou?”
“Youdon’tdisgustme,”Pottersaid,hisvoiebreaking.