分卷阅读2（2 / 2）

Itfeltgood,seeingPotterstareathiminastonishment.IttooktheedgeofftheheatthatwasspreadinginDraco’schest.

“Fairenough,”Pottersaid.“I’mlookingforwardtohavingmymindchanged.”

Andjustlikethat,theheatwasback,tenfold,devouringDracofromtheinside.

“Tellmewhatyou’vebeenupto,”Pottersaid,anditdidn’tescapeDraco’snoticehemovedabitcloser.

No.NO!ThiswasexactlywhatDracohadn’twantedtohappen,eventhoughhehadn’tthoughthe’dactuallyhavetoworryaboutit.Hecouldn’thavePottersnoopingaround…rightinfrontofhim.

“Notmuch,”hesaidevenly,keepinghisfaceimpassive.“Just…livingmylife,Iguess.”Hepickedupthewinethebartenderhadleftforhimandtookasip.

“Whatisyourlifelikethesedays?”Potterasked.Dracocouldn’tdetectanundertone.Hesoundedgenuinelycurious.However,Dracodidn’twanttodiscussthatwithhim.Hedidn’twanttodiscussanythingwithPotterrightnow.Hewasshortofbreathand,surely,Potterwouldnotice.Hisgazedartedtohisleftand,actingasthoughsomeonehadjustwavedhimover,heputonanalmostconvincingsmile.

“Sosorrytocutthisshort,butitseemsI’mneededelsewhere.”

Withoutwaitingforareply,Dracohurriedthroughthecrowd,untilhefeltlikeheputenoughdistancebetweenthem.Hebumpedintoagroupofmiddle-agedwitcheswhowerequicktoengagehiminconversation.Dracodidhisbesttolaughattheirjokesandtoseeminterestedintheirwittering,butultimatelyexcusedhimselfagainwhenoneofthewitchesstartedcomplainingabouthowexhaustingredecoratingherparlourwas.

WherethehellwasPansy,Dracoaskedhimselffortheumpteenthtime.She’dprobablybeabletokeepPotterawaywithjustaglance.But,unfortunately,shewasnowheretobeseen.WhatwasevenmoreunfortunatewasthefactthatDracowassolostinthought,hedidn’trealisewhowasstandinginfrontofhimuntilitwastoolate.

“Hey,”Pottersimplysaid.

Didn’thehaveanyotherwordsinhisrepertoire?Hesaiditinsuchanonchalantway,too.Asiftheywereoldfriends.Itwastoocasual.Itwasinfuriating.Dracokepthisfaceneutralwhilehisinsidesboiled.

“Youknow,Iwaswonderingif—”

“Oh,lookatthat,”Dracosaid,gesturingtoPotter’semptyhands.“Youdon’thaveadrink.I’llgetyouone.”

BeforePottercouldsayanythingelse,Dracostruttedaway,hischinheldhigh.He’dratherbedeadthanletPotterknowwhathewasdoingtohim.HetoldoneofthewaiterstogetHarryfreakingPotteradrink,who,inturn,lookedmortifiedathavingneglectedtheunofficialguestofhonour.

DracograbbedyetanotherglassofwinehimselfbeforehespottedBlaisenearthebalcony.

“Arewebehavingtonight,orarewegettingpissed?”Blaiseaskedinaseeminglyinnocenttone.

“We’rebehaving,”Dracosaid,emphatically.

“Really?Becauseyoulooklikeyou’realreadyhalfwaythere.”Blaisenoddedathisface,makingDracofrown.“You’reflushed.It’squitedinky.”

“Shutup,”Dracosnapped,almostgulpingdownthewholeglass.ButBlaisewasright.Hisfacewastoowarmandhistonguefeltalittleheavy.HequicklyscannedtheroomforPotter,whowasnowwedgedbetweentwowizards.Theyalmostlookedliketheyweretryingtoconvincehimtoaccompanythemhomeafterthegala.Oneofthemwasplayingwiththehairnearhisear,whiletheotherhadhiselbowonhisshoulderandtouchedafingertohischineverynowandthen.DracoinadvertentlywonderedwhatitwouldfeelliketotouchPotterlikethat;hisindexfingerunderhischin,whilehisthumbstrokedhisbottomlip…