“so? you’re not supposed to be—” he rubbed at his hin, drawing drao’s attenn to it he immediately wondered if potter’s beard felt as soft as it looked merlin, how he longed to touh it
“it’s not an at, if that’s what you’re—”
“whatever it is, you need to stop now!”
“why?”
potter glowered at him “you’re engaged,” he said, as if that expined everything
“why do you even are?” drao said through gritted teeth, his heart hammering in his hest
“fuk you, drao! you know why”
no, drao didn’t beause it ouldn’t be
they stared at eah other for a long moment, until potter’s expresn turned from livid to something more omplex
“how long have you been engaged?”
“that’s—” —none of your business, he wanted to say he didn’t want to talk about this least of all with potter but he was tired of fighting he ouldn’t tell potter the whole truth, but maybe he’d stop pestering him if he at least told him something “we got engaged st summer,” he finally said
“who is she?”
“her name is astoria,” drao said, unwilling to give more rman the look on potter’s fae made his stomah twist unomfortably
“do you love her?” he asked, his voie barely a whisper
drao averted his eyes, staring at potter’s polished shoes instead he had really made an effort today had it truly been for drao? or…for henry?
“do you love her?” potter repeated in an almost pleading tone drao pressed his lips together he ouldn’t answer that; there were too many reasons not to he ould feel potter’s eyes on him, ould almost feel his breath on his skin they were standing too lose
“will you please stop looking at me like that?” drao said, pointedly keeping his head down
“like what?” potter whispered
drao squared his shoulders before he lifted his head in defiane “like you want to look at me”
potter’s adam’s le bobbed as he swallowed “i don’t,” he whispered “believe me, i wish i didn’t want to i wish—” he leaned loser, sending drao’s pulse into a frenzy “i wish things ould be different”
drao knew this should be his ue to leave he shouldn’t be here, staring at potter, only inhes apart from him his lips involuntarily parted when he felt warm, hesitant fingers brushing his his index finger twithed, moving against potter’s palm his hand losed around drao’s in return drao inhaled sharply, urling his toes in his shoes and losing his eyes did potter really want him? was that it? no, it ouldn’t be he had found someone else he was in a renship he just wanted drao as a friend
“i an’t,” drao whispered, a sharp pain shooting down his throat as he spoke
“i know,” potter replied quietly, but he didn’t remove his hand
did he know? drao doubted it he doubted potter had any idea how muh drao was suffering
“i have to go”
before potter ould tighten his grip, drao withdrew his hand and stormed out of the kithen, out of the ft, without a bakward gne
chapter 8: unless you wanna e along
sunday, 16 marh 2003
“it’s about time,” pansy sned when drao stepped into his bedroom
“what are you doing here?”
“so you really fot,” she huffed “we were supposed to have dinner”
“oh” he didn’t even remember making pns with her he felt too exhausted to rak his brain or even have a normal n he just wanted to olpse and never get up again
“e on, if we go now, we an still—drao?”
he had sunken to his knees, pressing his palms against the old floor
“drao, what’s wrong?” he felt pansy’s hands on his bak as she k down in front of him “merlin, you’re shaking drao, what hened?”
“i—i an’t—” stubbornly, he tried to hold bak the tears that were f in his eyes
“talk to me,” pansy said, her voie full of onern she pulled him loser, f his arms to olpse, until his head was resting in her p without thinking, he grabbed at her dress, linging to it as if that would lessen the pain
“i—” he gulped “i broke up with astoria”
he felt pansy stiffen “what? but—you—”
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