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“Whyaren’tyoueating?”heasked.“Surely,youhaven’tbroughtallthisjustforme?”

“Oh.”Potterbithislipandsuddenlylooked…weird.Almostinsecure.

“Goon,”Dracosaid,leaningforwardandnudginghisplateclosertohim.Potter’seyesimmediatelydarted…where?Oh.Dracoclearedhisthroatandrearrangedhisdressinggown,coveringhisexposedcollarbone.“You’remakingmenervous,sittingtherewithouteatinganything.”Well,atleasthalfofthatsentencewastrue.

Potterslowlynoddedandreachedacrossthetableforthescrambledeggs.Draconoticedhowunenthusiastichelooked,apparentlylostinthought.HenoticedtoolatethatPotterwaspeekingrightbackathimandquicklyturnedhisattentiontohisownplate.

“YoujustadmittedImakeyounervous,”Pottersaid,andDracocouldpracticallyhearhisgrin.

Hebithistongue,hopinghewasn’tblushing.IfonlyPotterknew.“I’llalsoadmityou’regivingmeaheadache.Youseemtobeawfullyhappyaboutcausingbadreactions.”

“Feelingnervousisn’talwaysbad.”

BeforeDracocouldstophimself,hiseyesdarteduptoPotter’s.Foronefleetingmoment,Dracothoughthesawsomethingthere,somethingthatmadehiminhalesharply.

“Speakingofyouroutstandingtraits,”Pottersaid,hisvoicedrippingwithsarcasm.“Itwaskindaimpolite,thewayyouranofflastnight.”

“Ididnotrunoff,”Dracosaiddefensively.

“Eitherway,Ithoughtitwasashameyoudidn’tstaylonger.”

Dracocouldn’thelpbutfeelsuspicious.Thisfeltlikeatrap.Buthecouldn’tseewherePotterwasgoingwiththis,yet;heonlyfeltsurethegoalwastoembarrasshim.Andpost-cock-gate-Dracoreallywasn’tupforanymoreembarrassment.

“We’renottalkingaboutlastnight,”hesaid,alreadyfeelingtheheatrisetohischeeks.

“Relax,Draco,”Potterchuckled.“Iknowyoudidn’ttouchmeupintentionally.”

True.Itwastrue.Still,Dracofeltlikehewashidingadirtylittlesecret.Which,technically,hewas.

“Good,aslongaswe’reclearonthat,”hesaid,grabbingmoreraspberries.“Iwouldnevertouchyouintentionally.”EventhoughDracohadalwaystakengreatprideinbeinganexcellentliar,hewasn’tsureifhisfacewasbetrayinghimjustthen.JudgingfromPotter’slook,atleast,somethingwasn’tright.

“Ofcourse,”hemuttered,pokingathiseggs.Dracoclearedhisthroat.Theatmosphereintheroomhadsuddenlyshifted,makingPotter’spresencemoreuncomfortable.Ifthatwasevenpossible.ApartofDracojustwantedtokickhimout.Anotherpartwantedtoclingtohimandneverletgo.NeverletitbesaidDracoMalfoycan’tcompromise.

“So,”hesaid,sendinghisandPotter’scupbackintothekitchenforarefillwithawaveofhishand,“withwhatkindofmomentousactivitiesareyouoccupyingyourself,nowthatyou’renottheMinistry’slapdoganymore?”

Potterletoutahumourlesslaugh.“MainlyenjoyingthatI’mnottheMinistry’slapdoganymore.Eventhoughitwasn’tlikethat.”

“Oh?”