potterblinkedathimlikeabarnowl.“what?”

sweetsazar,draohadmadehimsmile.thiswasnothelping.heputdowntheup,hishandsslightlyshaking,andpoppedtworaspberriesintohismouth.hepeekedoveratpotter’spteandfrowned.whyhadhebotheredtobringbreakfastifhewasn’tgoingtoeatanything?

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potterblinkedsomemore,beforeherolledhiseyesandhislipsstrethedintoalopsidedsmile.“clearly,youhaven’tlostyourharmingmodesty,”hesnorted.

“whyaren’tyoueating?”heasked.“surely,youhaven’tbroughtallthisjustforme?”

.no,atually,itwas.still,draowasn’tentirelysurehowpotterhadmeantit.surely,draowasreadingfartoomuhintoit.thisinexpliable…infatuationwithpotterwasmakingitunneessarilyhardtodistinguishbetweenatualspokenwordsandwhatheseretlywantedtohear.

draoforedhimselftosmirk.“exatly.butit’salright,we’lljustadd‘ompassionforthedense’tomygrowinglistofoutstandingtraits.”

‘great.meanwhile,ifeellikei’mgoingtohurlwheneveryou’reanywherenearmeandmyheartwantstojumpoutofmyhestandintoyours,butdon’tmindme.youkeepbeingyourself.’

“oh.”potterbithislipandsuddenlylooked…weird.almostinseure.

“soyoudidn’tpydumb,iswhatyou’retellingme,”hedrawled.“you’rebeingyourtrue,imbeileself.”

hesuddenlyrealisedhewasprobablyexpetedtogivesomesortofansweroromment.buthehadnoideawhattosay.

hedesperatelytriedtokeepastraightfae,slowlyliftingtheuptohislips.whateverhewasgoingtosaynow,hehadtodivertpotter,butalsohimselfifhewasbeingho,fromthethuormthatwasraginginsideofhim.

“goon,”draosaid,leaningforwardandnudginghisptelosertohim.potter’seyesimmediatelydarted…where?oh.draolearedhisthroatandrearrangedhisdressinggown,hisexposedolrbone.“you’remakingmenervous,sittingtherewit