“there’snothingwrongwithwaiting,potter,”hefinallysnapped,hisheeksburning.

“ofoursenot,”pottersaid,soundingstartled.“butyouaren’t—imean…areyouwaitinguntilmarriage?”

thatquestionraisedsomanyredfgs,draodidn’tevenknowhowtoreat.

“youknowwhat,it’ste,youshouldprobablygohome,”draosaid,standingup.theroomimmediatelystartedspinning.still,heouldseepotterblinkingathim.

“i—i’msorry,ididn’tmeanto—”

“youdidn’t.buti’mtired.youshouldgo.”

slowly,pottergotup.hehesitated,fidgetingwithhisjumper.

“we’restill…okay,right?”

draoarhedaneyebrow.

“we’restill…friends?”

friends.hearingpottersaythatfeltlikesuptothesun…beforefree-fallingandrashingtotheground.headfirst.friends.diddraowanttobepotter’sfriend?ofoursenot.hewanted…well,itdidn’tmatterwhathewanted.beingfriendswithpotterwasasfarasthingsouldgo.theonlyquestionwas,woulddraobeabletowithstandthatkindoftorture?

hebrieflylosedhiseyes,lettingoutasigh.“yes,we’restillfriends.”

“okay.good.”

draowathedhimashewentovertothefirepewithslightlysaggingshoulders.

“well,goodnight,”pottermuttered,beforehevanishedinthegreenfmes.

chapter6:whatbsp;isay

sunday,19january2003

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