“okay,um—”potterlookedunsure,tappingafingeronhisgss.“howaboutwegetanotherdrinkfirst?”

yes,draowantedtoblurt.instead,hestupidlyasked,“why?”

“youknowwhat,idon’twanttokeepyouguysfromathingup,”bisesaidheerfully.“ta-ta!”withinseonds,draolostsightofhim,leavinghimhelplessanddizzy.

sunday,15deember2002

hehellwashesupposedtosaytohim?potterhadsavedhimandhismotherfromazkaban,showingthemmoresympathythantheyprobablydeserved.thatinitselfwasproblematienough.therealproblem,though?itwasn’tindrao’snaturetosimplyreiproatesuhsympathy.

“alrightthen,”pottersaid,andgesturedfordraotoleadtheway.assoonashestartedwalking,hefeltahandonthesmallofhisbakandalmosthoked.hisheadwhippedaroundtopotter,whogavehimanilookandthen…anothersmile.drao’seyesdarteddowntohislipsandthenbaktohiseyes.

chapter2:that’sholyworse

draoexperimentallyopenedoneofhiseyes,justtobegreetedbyharshsunlightthatmadehimfeellikehisheadwasexploding.ugh!hehadn’tfeltthishorribleswoyearsago,whenbisehadneededadrinkingbuddy,afterhehadaughthisthen-girlfriendheatingonhim.thathadbeentheworsthangoverofhislife.but,fromthelooksofit,thisoneseemedtobeturningintoaloserunner-up.

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draothoughtheprobablyalreadyhadenoughatthispoint,butsomethingaboutpotter’sexpressionmadehimagreewithanod.hewassmiling…almostshyly.

whimpering,hedraggedhimselftothebathroomandrummagedthroughtheabiforahangoverpotion.hehatedthatstuff,ittastedawful,anditdidn’treal

ohmerlin,hewasompletelyfuked.

potterjustshrugged,promptingdraotonarrowhiseyesinsuspiion.

“don’tbeadik,malfoy,”pottermuttered,ablushreepingontohisheeks.“ijustwantedtotalktoyou.isthatsobad?”