“no, wait! i don’t think you should be using magi right now.”
drao rolled his eyes, even though he quietly agreed with potter. “you do it, then.”
&wisted. “no, i don’t trust myself to——wait here, okay?” he got up ao another room. his bedroom, drao supposed. when he ame bak, he was holding a blue jumper.
&his on.”
drao srunhed up his nose and rossed his arms in front of his hest. “that’s ridiulous. just wave your bloody wand and it’ll get rid of the stains.”
“drao,” potter said in a stern voie. “i’m not using magi ht now. stop being a baby and put this on.”
grittih, drao wrehe jumper out of potter’s hands aing the door shut behind him. throwing the jumper on potter’s bed, he unbuttoned his shirt with furious fiossed in on the flrimaed as he pulled on the jumper, unwilling to ak it felt against his skin. and…oh merlihink this through! of ourse the jumper smelled like potter!
carefully, drao she sleeve and was immediately overwhelmed. hoosed to survive the evehis? he tried not to think about how maer had worn this jumper, how it usually aressed his skin, how it probably tousled his hair whe off…oh, merlin!
with a sowl, drao looked down on himself. he probably looked ridiulous. the jumper was far too big. why potter liked his lothes like this, drao would never uand. he looked ar. didn’t potter own a mirror? huh. there was something ihe room that ould be a mirror, but it was overed with a bedsheet. letting uriosity get the better of him, he walked over a. surely enough, his refletio him. ould potter over up his mirror? oh, and drao did look very ridiulous indeed!
sighihe bedsheet and turned around. his gaze fell on a piture frame on potter’s bedside table; per and weasley were gris, their arms around their shoulders. it must have bee hogwarts, or at least durihere. sht it was signifiant that this seemed to be the ohing potter had on dispy in his ft. and it was in his bedroom, so not everybody would see it. he had o make of it.
“are you okay in there?” he heard potter all. drao huffed and kiked his shirt ier ould lean it for all he ared. grumpily, he marhed bak into the living room. he aught sight of potter’s fae, whih was strai looked as though he liked seeing drao in his jumper.
“it’s too big,” drao muttered as he sat down.
“all my lothes are like that,” ped, but there was a hint of nervousness in his voie.
“why?”
pain. “i’m used to it, i guess.” he was still looking at drao in that strange robably just felt smug, having robbed drao of his dignity.
“this loy to get me into one of your hideous jumpers, wasn’t it?”
“maybe,” potter said with a heeky grin. “it looks good on you.”
drao snorted, looking down on himself o was like he was otter was about his height, and while his shht have been a bit broader, it didn’t expin why he was hoosihes that looked like they ould fit that half-giant, hagrid.
drao’s eyes roamed potter’s fae, his torso…now that he thought about it, it looked like potter had put on a few pounds. good. the thought that his muggle retives had starved him still made drao wa potter looked healthier now and drao sudde weirdly grateful for that.
&ill in touh with yle retives?” he asked, uop himself.
&alk about that a’s ha,” potter said, wearily. no, drao wao say, we’re talking about this, but potter’s tortured expressio his heartstrings. he rying oo obvious about otter as he ut i roast.
“oh,” he blurted as he swallowed his first bite. “this is…good.”
potter’s fae immediately lit up. “did you just give me a ompliment?”
drao sratih ae. “doo it,” he muttered. out of the orner of his eyes he saw potter hesitantly lifting a forkful of pot roast to his mouth. his heart gave a little jump wheed to hew. he never would have thought wathi ould feel that satisfying. was that weird? probably.
“you know, i’ve beeo ask,” potter said. “doesn’t your mother want you to move to frane?”
drao let out a humh. oh, the disussions they’d had about that.
“i’m just urious,” potter added.
“looking for a way to get rid of me?” drao quipped, even though he felt a little stab to the hest. p sik of him was suh a horrible thought.
“first of all, it’s not like fra just a portkey aotter said ione. “seond, i’ll admit, i’m…not too mad you dido frah your mum.”
huh. was he saying—
“so why didn’t you?” potter asked.
“it would have looked like i’m running aohat i bme mother, but i just…i just waay,” he shrugged.
“not taking the easy otter said roving nod. “i think that’s admirable.”
irritation fred up in drao a about to snap at potter, when he added, “i’m gd you deided to stay.”
that…sounded…ge…he was gd? what did that even mea so onfused, he grabbed at the air, instead of his wine gss. ty. beause he had destroyed the wine. ugh! potter ouldn’t just say somethi.