“bloodyhell,potter,spititou—”

“maybeineverhatedyou,”pottersputtered.

“alright,maybeyoudidn’t,sowhat?”draosaid,andheouldfeeltheiroionfallingbakinthatoldfamiliarpattern,seeingwhoouldmaketheotherfeeldumberwitheahword.

pottershothimahastisinggneanddraotriedtoignoretheheathefeltrisetohisheeks.somaybeonlyhewasfallingbakintohisoldways.potterseemedquitedeterminedtobedifferent.

“ifyourgreatrevetionisthatitturnsoutyoudon’tmindmesomuh,iamgoingtohavetoaskyoutohavebetterrevetionsfromnowon,”draoontinued,onsiouslysofteninghisvoie.

“that’snotit,”potterinsisted.

“merlin’sbeard,potter,getonwithitthen,”draosaid,hiseyesgravitatingbaktowardspotter’shands,fidgetingwiththesheets.henotedthathewouldonlyhavetomovehisownafrationforthemtobetouhing.

“thatartile,”potterbegan.“theoneyouhavesavedinyourbook—”

“you’velookedthroughthat?”draostiffened.

“i—i’msorry,ishouldn’thave,”potterstuttered.“butiwantedtosayitwasright.”

draogaspedforairlikeafishoutofwater.harryhadlookedthroughhisbook.hetriedtoregainhisomposure,buthewassureitwasinvain.“whihartile,potter,ihaveafewsaved.”

“youknowwhihone,malfoy.theoneginnyhaddoneafterwebrokeup.theartile.”

“you—potter,that’sextremelyinvasive,”draoswallowed.

“areyoureallygoingtoharponthatwheni’vejusttoldyouthat—”

“i’mproessing,potter,”hespatfindingharry’seyesagain.“i’vebeenexiledforgoingonfouryears,you’rethefirstpersoni’vespokentothatisn’tminervamgonagallinasmuhtime,andyou’retellingmeyou’re…thatyou’re…whatareyoutellingme,potter?you’venotsaidanything.”

harryinhaledsharply,bitingoffaresponse.hishandsresumingtheirfrantifidget.

“i’msayingthatidon’thateyou,malfoy,”hefinallyreplied,hisvoiebarelyaboveawhisper.

“thanks,potter,thankyousofukingmuh.ifyou’requitefinishedbeingrypti,it’sbestyouleave,”draohissedturningonhissidetofaeawayfromthe

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