hesawbise’sfaelightinguplikeachristmastree.

“ooooh,really?”hesmirked.“tellusmore!youguyshadlunhtogether?when?”

“twoweeksago,”pottersaid.

“well,well,well,”bisesaid,gazingatdrao.“youneversaidanything.”

“itwasn’tworthmentioning,”draodrawled,refusingtolookatpotter.

“youwerealotnierthen,malfoy,”pottermuttered.

“hey,whydon’tyoustartallinghimdrao?”bisesmirked.“sine,youknow,youguysalreadywentonadateandeverything.”

“itwasn’tadate!”

“oh,shush,youlukybastard.”

draowantedtograbbiseandshakehim.whatdidhethinkhewasdoing?

“um…imean,iould—ifyou—”

draoturnedtofaepotter,whowassuddenlyratherflustered.

“iwouldn’tmindallingyoubyyourfirstname,”hesaid.

instintively,draorolledhiseyes.“doilooklikeiare?”

“alright…drao.”

itwasasiffireworkshadjustgoneoffsomewherearoundhismidriffandtheheatwasturninghisinsidesintowarm,moltenhoote.

fuk.

“whatever,potter.”

“you…err—youanalsoallmeharry…ifyouwant.”