“You’resuchanarse,”Pottersniggered.
Dracopeekedsidewaysathim,hisscalpprickling.HadPotterseriouslyspentnearly200GalleonsjusttopleaseDraco?Justafewdaysago,hehadsaiditwasinsanetospendthatmuchmoneyonwine.WarmthspreadthroughDraco’sbody,whichwashighlyunwelcome.Shakinghishead,hepulledouthiswandandpointeditatthebottle.HeeyedtherestofthetableandwassurprisedtofindthatPotterhadactuallymanagedtoputtogetheraratherdecentlookingmeal.Hewasn’ttookeenonpotroast,butitlookedbetterthanhehadexpectedfromPotter.
“Ididn’tknowyoucancook,”hemurmuredashesatdown.
“Yeah,well,somekidslearnhowtoplayaninstrument,Ilearnedhowtocook,”Pottersaid,takinghisownseat.
“Yourfamilytaughtyouhowtocook?HowveryMuggleofthem.”
“TheywereMuggles,”PotterpointedoutandDraconoticedtherewasnohumourleftinhiseyes.“Andtheydidn’treallyteachme.IlearnedasIwent.IonlyknewIwasmakingprogresswhentheydidn’tyellatme.”
Dracoblinked.“Youmakeitsoundlikethatwasacommonoccurrence.”
“Itwas,”Pottershrugged.
“But…”Dracoshookhishead.“Soyoucookedforthem?”
“Yeah,”Pottermuttered,staringathisplate.“Sometimestheyletmehavetheleftovers.Whichwasn’tthatoften,sincemycousindevouredanythingremotelyedible.”
Dracocouldn’tbelievewhathewashearing.Itsounded…itsoundedlikePotter’schildhoodhadn’tbeennearlyashappyasDracohadthought.Ofcoursehehadheardrumoursovertheyears,especiallyatHogwarts,buthehadalwaysthoughtpeoplewereexaggeratingtomaketherisingoftheSaviourevenmoreglorious.
“Areyoutellingme…”Heswallowed,fistinghishandintothetablecloth.“Areyoutellingmetheystarvedyou?”
Potterbithislip.Helookeduncomfortable.“Iwouldn’tsay‘starved’.They…”Hesighed.“Myauntgavemeenough…to…”
Towhat?Survive?Thiswasoutrageous!Draco’svisionblurredashisstomachtwistedpainfully.Suddenly,somanylittlethingshehadn’tponderedonwhentheyhadbeenatHogwartsmadesomuchsenseinlightofthatrevelation.
Dracohadalwaysbeenskinnyhimselfandhecouldbasicallyeatwhathewantedwithoutgaininganyweight,sohehadn’tthoughtanythingofPotter’sslimfigure.Butnowthathethoughtaboutit,hehadlookedunhealthilyskinnyintheirfirstyear.DracorememberedhisdisgustwhenhehadwatchedPotterdevourhisfoodintheGreatHall.Hehadsimplythoughtthepratlackedpropermanners.Butnow…NowonderPotterhadbeensofixatedonfood.Dracoballedhishandsintofistsaroundhiscutlery.ThosedamnedMuggleshadstarvedhim.
“Whatthe—”Potterletoutayellinsurpriseasthewinebottleburstintoathousandpieces.Therewasredwineeverywhere.Dracowasstillfloodedwithanger,barelynoticingthatPotterwastalkingtohim.
“Didyoujust—Wasthatyou?Again?”
Dracodidn’tanswer,tryingnottobreakanythingelseinhisrage.Potterseemedtonoticehowtensehewas,movingdeliberatelyslowashereachedforhiswand.Withaquickflick,theshardsandthespilledwineweregone.
“There’sstillwineonyourclothes,”Pottersaidquietly.Hisfacewasunreadable,buttherewassomethingaboutthewayhewaslookingatDracothatgavetheimpressionhewasexperiencingafloodofemotions.
“Whatever,”Dracomuttered.Beforehecouldgrabhiswand,Potterspokeagain.
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