“i’mnotasrestlessasyouare,”hesaid.“ianverywellsitbakandenjoylivingthelifethatwasintendedformeastheheirofapure-bloodfamily.”

“somehow,idon’tbelieveyou,”pottersaid,asmallsmilestartingtoformonhislips.“maybeonedayi’llgetitoutofyou.”

draothrewhisheadbak,sn,suddenlyfeelingaught.

“hey,”potteradded,nonhant,“howaboutwegooutfordrinksagain?”

draoblinked.“what?”

“youheardme.”

“drinks.again?”huh.that…wasnotwhatdraohadexpeted.“iholyseenoreasonforthat,”hesaidslowly.

“um,beauseit’sfun?”pottersaid.healmostsoundedlikebise.“andsoweangettoknoweahotherbetter.”

“potter,we’veknowneahotherforyears,there’sno—”

“dowereally,though?”potterinterrupted.

draowantedtorollhiseyes,tellpottertobuggeroff,but…heknewwhatpottermeantandifhewasbeingho,theofferwasratherintriguing.butouldhereallyriskit?therewasareasonhehadmostlyavoidedpotterallthoseyears.

“youwanttohaveanotherhearttoheart?”hesaid,teasingly.pottershrugged,asifhewantedtosay‘whynot?’“i’mnotabigfanofrowds,”draosaid,tappingafingeragainsthisup.“andyourgryffindorfriendsaren’texatly—”

“oh,no.iwasatuallythinkingit’dbejustyouandme.”

draostoppedmoving,hismouthgoingdry.

justyouandme.

was—wasthis—waspotterasking—no,thatwasn’tpossible.themorepusibleexpnationwasthathesimplyneededadrinkingbuddy.

“youfreetonight?”potterasked.

draow

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