“fuk you, potter! nine am. i’ll send you the address.”
“oh, i wasn’t—”
“doe.”
&urned on his heels, ready to leave wheer snigger. oh! oh, that bastard!
“fuk,” drao spluttered.
“like i said, preditable,” phed. the snow runhed under his feet as he walked around drao until he was faing him.
“it’s okay. y with luna. i don’t want to intrude.”
ugh. drao didn’t know what he hated more, the fat that potter had easily pyed him or that he was being disgustingly uanding. it made drao want to tell him everythied potter to see it for himself. but he ouldn’t. drao wasakihere would expose him.
uold everybody ier was omio keep their mouths shut under all irumstaer getting a little glimpse wouldhing? drao had no idea art of him wao share this with potter, let him ihat was so lose to drao’s heart.
“otter. i doag along or not.”
“really?” potter’s fae lit up, whih made it that muh harder to take bak what he had just said.
“really,” drao sighed.
“alright, just owl me the address then.”
drao otter mounted his broom a him as he zoomed off.
sazar, this better work! drao really didn’t need aions in his life.
tuesday, 21 january 2003
pliation er was wearing that stupid wool oat again.
pliatioareried to tame his hair.
pliatiohree: pood with kids.
drao had io wait iyard while he and luna had gone inside, so drao ould show her the pe. oeahers had sooake over, to whih luily agreed, urging drao to go bak to potter.
so here he was, lurkiree as he et down oap his wand against a little girl’s finger.
“there we go. er,” potter said quietly ahe girl. she was still rying, hiuping every now aer reahed up aly brushed away a tear from her heek. for the love of merlin, did he really have to do that? draroaned.
“what’s your er asked, pyfully le he girl just kept hiuping.
“her name is celia,” drao said, uop himself. he wehem and k dower.
&’s a pretty er said softly, smiling at her. “how old are you, celia?”
her brows furrowed as she looked down at her hands. she ed ohe other, slowly lifting one fiwers…whehe fourth, she looked at drao iy. he smiled at her, patting her head, aill tear-stai now beamio potter and showed him her hand.
“wow, four years,” potter eximed, enthusiastially.
drao igh spreading i, and patted celia agaiill hurt?” he asked. she bliimes, ears rolling dow, finally, she shood,” drao smiled.
celia’s eyes darted betotter before she learabbed a handful of his robes and ped her head agai. she liked doing that.
“are you mr. malfoy’s friend?” she asked, regarding potter losely.
“um…” drao ould pratially see p to sweat. “yeah,” he said quietly, his eyes darting to drao’s. oh fuk.
“did you go to shool together?”
“we did,” potter said, turning his attention bak to celia. she seemed to be thinking hard, her grip on drahtening.
“bsp;yood?”
phed, the skin around his eyes rinkling. “well, i’ve been told i do quite alright on a broom.”
“oh please,” drao snorted. “you know how good you are. you would have beate rae yesterday if it hadhat bird.”
potter’s eyes found his one more, all warm and soft, sending drao’s heart into a frenzy.
“are you good at doing magi?” celia asked, obviously gettied.
“oh, you know, i—” potter hukled at drao’s exasperated expression. “yes. yes, i am.”