holy?draohadnofukinglue.theonlythingheknewwas,hishearthadneverfeltthisfull;neverhadhebeenalmostmovedtotearsbythesimpliityofspokenwords.

potter’sfingerswerestilltwistedinhishair,histhumbstrokinghisforehead.fearinghe’dbetoohokedupifhewaitedanylonger,draoleanedforwardandapturedpotter’slipswithhis.

itwasstrange,howdifferentkissingpotterfeltinthatmoment;asthoughallthesedifferentkindsofemotionsrushingthroughhimhadsuddenlyfoundawayoutofhisbody.theywerealmosttangibleonhisskin.andonhislips,heouldalmosttastethesweetnessofpotter’swords.itwasoverwhelming.almosttoooverwhelming.

heslowlypulledbak,drinkinginpotter’ssoftexpressionandthewarmthinhiseyes.

“kindofparadoxial,isn’tit,”draosaid,knowinghewasabouttoruinthemoment,“thatyouantellmesomethinglikethatandyetnotbelievemewhenitellyouthesame.”

“doyou?”potterimmediatelyasked.“feelthesame?”

andthereitwas.thequestionofallquestions.themomentdraohadbeentryingtoavoidformerlinknowshowlong.therevetionhefinallyfeltreadyfor.kindof.notreally.hewasaqueasymesstobeho.but,hesupposed,sheywerealreadybeingdisgustinglysendall…

“doyourememberthethirdtaskofthetriwizardtourinfourthyear?”heasked,wathingaspotter’sfaeturnedfromanxioustoonfused.

“um…yes?”

“whenisawyouwalkintothatmaze,ihadastrangefeeling.iouldn’tputmyfingeronitatthetime,itwasjust…myguttellingmesomething,iguess,”draomurmured.“andthenyouamebak…withdiggory’sbody.”heheardpotterinhalesharply.“itmademethink…yououldhavediedthatday.”hepaused,tryingtogatheruptheetosaythewordswithoutsoundinglikehewasbeinghasedbyadementor.“that…wasthefirsttimeirealisedihadfeelingsforyou.”

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