drinks tonight?
hp
fuming, drao sowled at the letter five days he hadn’t heard a word from potter, and now this? the prat ouldn’t be seus! huffing, drao grabbed his quill and sribbled down his answer
’t tonight
he tied the parhment to the owl’s foot and wathed as it spread its wings and took off merely half an hour ter, the same owl was sitting on his desk again, hooting heerfully
tomorrow then?
drao gritted his teeth that oky bastard
i already have pns tomorrow
after he made sure the owl was on its way, he trudged into the kithen to make some tea even without being physially present, potter was getting on his nerves but, holy, he should have known that wouldn’t be the end of it of ourse the owl ame bak again
the whole day?
this was getting ridiulous
yes, the whole day
grabbing a book, drao settled down on one of the sofas in the parlour, trying not to think about potter more than one, however, he aught himself peeking out the window, for any sign of the owl returning after an hour, he gave up he smmed the book shut and started paing the room who did potter think he was? did he really think drao would just answer to his bek and all?
his heart skipped a beat when the owl he had been waiting for glided through the window he pratially wrenhed the parhment off the owl’s foot and unfolded it
are you pying hard to get?
drao’s mouth fell open how dare he! how dare he make the right assumpn!
drao stomped into his study, grabbed his quill and started writing
that would imply
don’t get any ideas
yes
no
there, short and simple feeling pleased with himself, he went bak to the parlour he halted when something strange aught his eyes why were there suddenly two owls blinking at him? septially, he went over to the new owl his eyes widened when he reognised potter’s messy handwriting
bsp;i bring you breakfast again on sunday?
drao smirked “getting impatient, are we?” he murmured to himself as muh as he wanted potter to suffer, he really wanted to see him again he threw away the preus letter and sribbled down two new ones he tied them to the owls’ feet, unable to suppress a grin
if you must
9am, potter don’t be te
sunday, 12 january 2003
as drao was getting ready for bed, his gaze fell on the little golden ball he had put on his bedside table he felt a rush of warmth spread through him as he remembered potter’s smile when he had given it to him arently, it was some sort of muggle hoote potter had stuk two wings, made out of paper, into it, making it look like a snith holy, drao had no idea what to make of it he didn’t like how giddy it made him feel and yet, he ouldn’t help grinning at it while his head hit the pillow potter was full of surprises, and even though he shouldn’t, drao ouldn’t stop w what else he might have in store
chapter 5: a little too strong
tuesday, 14 january 2003
“where is he? where is he?”
“sir, please alm—”
“i’m going to calm down when you tell me where the bloody hell he is!” drao smmed his fist on the ounter, gring at the nurse “i need to see him right now nobody is telling me anything i don’t even know how bad his injuries are!”
“sir, it’s not—”
“drao?”
he whirled around, ompletely taken abak by the soft green eyes blinking at him
“p—potter! i—i thought…” relief and irritan flooded through him what the bloody hell was going on? “i ran into weasley and he said you were at st mungo’s”
“yeah, to get a hek-up”
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