ged.“yousaidyouwerewearingthesuit.”draomadeafae,butlethimselfbetuggedoutside,suddenlyfeelingabitshy.hehadneverwornamugglesuitbefore.

hisbreathaughtinhisthroatwhenpotterputhishandsondrao’sshoulderandstartedeyeinghimily.itwasimpossibletotellwhathewasthinking.whenhelearedhisthroatandtookastepbak,draowantedtogroan.

“youlook…”potter’sgazebeamemoreintensebeforehelearedhisthroatagain.“youlookreallygood.”

somehow,draogottheimpressionpotterhadwantedtosaysomethingelse.

“you…don’tlooktoobadyourself,”draosaid,whihwassuhanuatement,healmostringed.potterlookedfabulous.thebksuit,pairedwithabowtieandasilkywhitedressshirtmadehimlooklikehehadjuststeppedoutofapainting.

pottergavehimalopsidedsmilethatstoppeddrao’sheart.

“youneedhelpwiththat?”potterasked,pointingatthetiethatstillhunglooselyarounddrao’snek.

“atually,”draogrumbled,“iwasjustabouttogetmywand,soiouldtieit,whenyoudraggedmeouthere.”

“wait,”pottersaid,frowning,“youanonlydoitwithmagi?”

“whyinmerlin’snameshouldiknowhowtodoitwithoutmagi?”draoretorted,pursinghislips.

pottershookhisheadandletoutalittleugh.“ehere,”hesaid,butdidn’twaitfordraotoobligeandsteppedloserinstead.

draowentrigidwhenpotterreahedupandgrabbedthetie,brushinghisfingersagainstdrao’snekintheproess.byaident.surely,itwasbyaident.also,didhehavetostandsolose?draoouldfeelhisbreathonhisskin,heouldsmellhim…fuk.thiswastorture!