“potter,”hesaidsoftly,strokinghisheekwithhisthumb.“takeoffyourjumper.”

“what?”potterdidn’tjustlooksurprised,helookedpaniked.

draoleanedloser.“doyoutrustme?”

potterdidn’tanswer,hisexpressionturningmorepainful.draoletoutasighbeforehepressedtheirforeheadstogether.

“areyoureallythatstupid?”

pottersowledathimbutsaidnothing.

“fuk,ian’tbelieveyou’remakingmedothis,”draomuttered.

“i’mnotmakingyoudoany—”hefellsilentwhendraopulledaway,removedhishandfromhisheekandgotup.slowly,withoutbreakingeyeontat,draostartedunbuttoninghisshirt.

“what—whatareyoudoing?”

“listenarefully,potter,beausei’monlygoingtosaythisone.”hepeeledtheshirtoffofhimselfandthrewitonthefloor.“youuand?”

potterstaredathim,wide-eyed.ittookafewseondsbeforeheslowlynodded.draotookadeepbreath.hehadneverfeltmorevulnerableinhislife.notonlywashe,quiteliterally,exposinghimselftopotter,hewasabouttoexposewhathehadsodesperatelybeentryingtohide.buthehadafeelingitwasnowornever.

hesatdownonthebed,faingpotter,butbeforeheouldsayanything,potterletoutadreadfulgasp,hiseyesfixedondrao’shest.

“drao,this—this—fuk!”hethrewbaktheduvetandjumpedoutofbedasthoughhehadjustbeenbittenbyanaromantu.onehandwasmpedoverhismouth,hiseyesfullofhorror.“ididthistoyou,”hewhispered.

shit!draohadn’treallythoughtthisthrough,hadhe?ofoursepotterwouldbmehimselfforthis.

“potter.potter!”

hedidn’tseemtobelistening.hismindseemedtobesomewhereelse.draogotup,takingasteplosertohim.

“potter!”

hewasshakinghisheadfuriously.helookedlikehewasabouttobesik.draogrittedhisteeth.potterwouldbethedeathofhim.seriously,howmuhmor

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