“Ireallyenjoyedthegala,”Pottersaidafterawhile.Dracoclearedhisthroatandsimplynodded.HerefrainedfrompointingoutthatPotterhadlookedutterlyuncomfortablethewholeevening.“Younevergotbacktomeaboutanotherdrink,”Potteradded.
“What?”Dracospluttered.
“Youknow,Itoldyoutoowlmeifyouwantedtograbdrinks.”Hedidn’tsoundoffended,whichmadeDracowonderwhyhewasbringingitupatall.
“We’rehavingdrinksnow,”hepointedout.Inallhonesty,Dracodidn’trememberthatparticularconversation.Apparently,therewasalothedidn’trememberaboutthatnight.Butevenifhehad,hewouldn’thaveowledPotter.Immediately.
“Yeah,butonlybecausewebumpedintoeachother.”Pottergavehimaspeculativeglance.“Areyouanti-socialingeneralordidn’tyouwanttogetdrinkswithmespecifically?”
Dracosuppressedthechokingnoisehehadbeenabouttomake,pressinghislipsintoatightline.HadPotteralwaysbeenthisblunt?
“I’mabusyperson,”heshrugged,tryingtoactnonchalant.
“Hereyougo,”TomsaidasheplacedabutterbeerinfrontofPotterandacamomileteainfrontofDraco.Pottereyedtheteaforasecond,beforehegrinnedandtookasipofhisbutterbeer.
“Feelingnervous,Malfoy?”
Ugh,thatcockybastard!
“MaybethisiswhyIdidn’twanttogetdrinkswithyou,”Dracosaid,almostsnapped,actually.“You’restillsofullofyourself.”
Potterstudiedhisbutterbeer,nottakinghiseyesoffitasheanswered.“You’renotstillhunguponthepast,areyou?”
“What’sthatsupposedtomean?”Dracosaid,furrowinghisbrows.
“We’vegrownup,”Pottersaidwithashrug.“Wetalkedaboutwhathappened.”
Indeedtheyhad.PotterhadpracticallyforcedDracototalktohimafterhistrial,eventhough,ormaybeespeciallybecause,hehadrefusedtoatfirst.Dracohadfelttooashamed,tooembarrassed,butalsotooangrytotalktoPotter.ItwasjusttheicingonthecakethatPotter,ofallpeople,hadbeentheonetosavehim.Again.Andeventhoughgratitudehadbeensomewhereinthemix,ithadmostlyfeltdegrading.
Asalways,thingshadbeencomplicated.
Dracohadn’tbelievedhisearswhenPotterhadtoldhimhedidn’tholdagrudgeagainsthim.Sometimes,Dracoalmostfeltlikehehadgottenofftooeasy.Hehadn’tunderstoodhowPottercouldforgivehimforwhathehaddone.HowcouldPotterforgivehimwhenDracohadn’tforgivenhimself?Sometimes,whenhewasfeelinggloomy,hestillaskedhimselfthatquestion.
“Thatdoesn’tautomaticallymeaneverything’sforgotten,”Dracomurmured,curlinghisfingersaroundhiscup.Hisskinsoakedupthewarmth,calminghim.
“Isthatwhyyouavoidedmeatthegala?”Potterasked.“Orwhyyou’reavoidinglookingatmerightnow?”
Draco’seyesinvoluntarilysnappeduptoPotter’s.Theyweresoftandwarm,notatallwhathehadexpected.
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