“psst,drao,”pansyhissed.“wanttomakeabet?”

draoarhedaneyebrowatherdevioussmileandthewayshewasurlingherfingerunderherhin.

“i’mgood,”hedelined.

“butyouhaven’tevenheardityet.”

“idon’tneedto.”

“whatifitinvolvesgettingintopotter’spants?”shesmirked.draoshotheradarklook.

“hey,you’renotmakinganybetsinvolving…harry’spants,”weasleysaid.“espeiallynotyou,”headded,pointingatdrao.

“what’sthatsupposedtomean?”draoasked,inredulously.

“let’sjust—nobets,okay?”grangersaid,herhandsoutstrethedbetweenherboyfriendanddrao,asifshewastryingtopreventthemfromjumpingoutoftheirseatsandstartaduel.

“whatever,”draomuttered,rossinghisarmsinfrontofhishest.

“aw,don’tpout,drao.i’msurethere’llbeplentyofhanestogetintopotter’spants,”bisesniggered,pattingdrao’sshoulder.sazar’sballs!thiseveninghadbeenamistake.heshouldhavejuststayedathome…

“whatdidimiss?”potteraskedashesatdownagain.

“nothing,”draosaidhastily.heturnedtopotter,tryingtomakesurenobodyelseaughthisattentionandfilledhimin.hiseffortwasredunt,herealised,sinepotter’seyeswerealreadyfixedonhim.

“here,ibroughtyouanother,”hesaid,draothewineinhishand.

“ireallyshouldn’t,”draosaid,immediatelywrenhingthegssoutofpotter’sgripandtakingaswig.

“o-kay,”pottersaid,soundingseptindamusedatthesametime.“ithinkyoushoulddrinkthisontheside.”hepedagssofwaterinfrontofdrao,asifitwasn’tabigdeal.and…ofourseitwasn’t.itwasjustwater.andyet,draostaredatitinwonder.

“whatareyounow,myhaperone?”hesaid,unabletowithholdateasingsmile.

“youlooklikeyouneedone,”potterquipped.“although,‘haperone’isn’tquitewhatiwasgoingfor.”

“oh?”drao’sheadwasswimming.drinkingandbeingthislosetopotterreallywasn’tagoodombination.

“beingahaperoneistoo…restriting.”potterfshedhimanirritatinglyutesmile.

“don’tdothat,”draosaid,furrowinghisbrows.

“whatamidoing?”potterasked,puzzled.

“don’tgoaround,showingp

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