potterblinked,lettinggoofdrao’sshoulderimmediately.buthedidn’tremovehisarmfromthebakofhishair.draowantedtoshoveitaway,butrefrained.heremindedhimselfnottogivepottersomuhpoweroverhim.but,merlin,ifasimpletouhontheshoulderhadthateffetonhim,whatwouldhappenif—no!notnow.wait,no,notever!hewouldneverthinkaboutthat.

aspotterreahedforhisdrink,hisarmwassuddenlypressedagainstdrao’sbak,makinghimjumpyetagain.potterobviouslyhosetoignoreitashetookaswigand,irritatingly,stayedinthatposition.draowasthislosetostompingontheprat’sfoot,onlydistratedbythetinglingthattrikleddownhisspine.hisheartwasraingasifhehadjustbeenrunningfromahippogriff,hisheadspinningfromthealohol.

whenbisestartedughingatsomethingpotterhadjustsaid,andnudgedhim,draofinallyhadenough.hestartedtogetuptogotothelooagain,butahandonhisthighstartledhimintoploppingdown.helookedatthelittlehand,thedarkblue,glitterynailsandpaleskin,beforehiseyessnappeduptoluna’sfae.

“bise,”shesaid,“maybeyouandishouldswithpes.idon’tthinkdraoistoofondofyouflirtingwithharry.”

draofroze,everymusleinhisbodylenhing.hestaredatluna,inredulously,feelinglikehehadjustbeenpunhedinthefae.hisheekshadneverfeltsohot.

“isthatso?”bisesaid,evidentlyamused.“well,webetterkeepourlittledragonfromspittingfire.wewouldn’twantanybodytogethurt,nowwouldwe?”

draoheardbisepushingbakhishairashewathedlunarisefromhersandsteparoundhim.whenbisesatdow

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