“you’re ihat’s what you are.”
there is amusement in potter’s voie, and drao missed that, the sound of his voie when he’s happy. he wishes he didn’t.
&s to walk again, and drao rosses his arms, s it around potter’s shoulders to keep himself from falling. he buries his er’s s himself feel the otter’s skin and allows himself this oe of weakness and selfishness, beause, he promises, this will be the st time.
&o kiss potter’s nek.
instead, he says, “let me down.”
&urns his head, looks at him from the orner of his eye. “bsp;you walk?”
“yeah.”
potter kneels dows go of his legs, lets him step on the ground on his own and straighten himself up. immediately, potter stands and looks at him over, looks at him worriedly. “are you okay?”
no. his vision’s dimming again and he feels like his head’s about to burst. “fine.”
“you look like you’re about to throw up.”
“must be yination.”
potter rolls his eyes and takes his arm, pulls it over his shain, they’re pressed together, whih is just as well, beause drao’s knees bukle.
potter’s hand is around his waist in an instant. “merlin, malfoy. you an ask for help, you kers through gritted teeth.
drao’s visio a bit, araighten his legs one more.
potter’s voie is ’s soft. “you an ask me for help.”
and drao, in his delirium, replies, just as soft. “i know.”
he knows.
&le halls are quiet whehrough them. gos, and the o eho are their footsteps ahing. drao sperying to fous on keeping himself awake so muh that it takes a while for him to hey’re already in front of a very familiar stone wall.
he ughs, a quiet ughter of disbelief. “potter, why do you khe slytherin ommon room?”
prins at him. “trade serets.” he nudges his hin towards the wall. “i’ll tell you whe inside. bsp;you stand now?”
drao does. he doesn’t thi f, but damn if he’s going to keep hanging off of potter forever. “we?”
potter’s smile gets bigger, and drao urses his heart f whatever it is that it’s feeling. must be the nausea.
pes through his robe pokets, gets his wand in one and a small piee of loth ih a swish and flik, the piee of loth transforms into a huge l like the night sky. he throws it around himself, and drao tries hard not to stare dumbly at the spot where potter oood.
of ourse, potter would have an invisibility loak.
“you little bugger.”
a hukle ehoes in the dungeons. “assword?”
&he slytherin dungeons.
potter is in his room.
granted, he’s had potter in his room before, but not…in slytherin.
the shok and utter ridiulous has drao walking straight towards his bed to lie dow his ahihere are a lot of gaps in his memory, and trying to make sehat led them here isn’t doing him any favours.
there’s a sound , and drao ater’s gone and made himself at home oher, bed.
that one had been goyle’s.
drao sighs, rubs his hand over his fae, ahere. “how did you know i was in the forbidde?”
potter’s voie is sheepish. “i have this map that tells me where everybody is ile.”
drao snorts, shaking his head iy. “you ertai of things, don’t you?” he kiks his boots off and, unaring of how muddy the ends of his robes are, puts his feet up on the bed and arrahat he an look at potter while keeping his throbbing head lying down. he’ll sify his sheets ter.
“yeah, well, you do voldemort empty-handed.”
potter is leaning bak on his arms, keepi and his own dirty boots firmly phe floor.
“are you gloating?”