“at this point, i think i have every right to do so,” potter retorted.
“fuk you, potter! you at so high and mighty, but you told me you just wao be friends.”
“i never said i wa friends.”
“oh, so this is all my fault?”
“y me on!”
“i’m not going to sit here ahis bolloks,” drao barked, jumping out of his seat so fast, the hair fell over. “you doo make me the bad guy anymore.”
as sooside, drao hesitated. if he ould that be it? tehnially, he was single nootter.
drao let out a humh. maybe it just waso be.
just as he drew his wand ao apparate, somebody grabbed his shoulder and whirled him around.
“yoiter barked. “i an’t believe you!”
“why? beause the fight is only over when you’ve won?” drao huffed.
“why aalk about this like normal people?”
“oh, so you think i’m some kind of abomination?”
“no, i think you’re a oward!”
snarling, drao narrowed his eyes. how dare he!
“you have no idea—”
“oh yeah?” potter iheo cho’s weddiomorrow. or are you too muh of a wimp to—”
“fine,” drao bellowed, fuming. “but you have to pik me up at the manor.”
&er yelled bak. “i’ll be there at he muggle suit.”
“duh.”
“i swear to merlin, drao—”
“whatever,” he spat. he was so mad, he ould potter. “doe.”
&ook a step bakarated to the maill shaking with aossed his lothes on the floor ao bed, ompletely ignora it was only seven o’lok.
who did potter thihat wanker! he would pay f drao a orove to him he was anything but! if it was the st thing he would do!
&o his side, luthing his b and shoving one hahe pillow. bloody potter!
as dra that over and over for hours in his mind, the prikliion on the bak of his more intense, aompahe fluttery feeling of his stomah dois.
bloody potter, he thought oime as his eyes fluttered losed ai of smiles slowly rept its way onto his lips.
saturday, 24 may 2003
why? why had drao agreed to ome here with potter?
apparently, it didn’t matter he had already seen p that bloody muggle suit when they had piked it out together; it kh out of him heless every time he g him.
& beeo say anything but gibberish sier had shown up, looking all haaur, omplimenting drao on how good he looked, oly frying his brain. his magi had gaier had touhed his arm to apparate them, to whih potter had only grinned knowingly. drao ballisti when she fouroyed one of her favourite vases. but drao ould that right nht now, he was far more o not making a fool out of himself while he stood there awkwardly, eyei of the orner of his eyes. he looked unomfortable as well, fidgeting with his tie. little beads of sweat were f listeni. it tionally otter dido like. it probably didhe wedding was about to be held right here, in g’s garden, with no shade and a bunh of muggles, ossible to use magi.
“you, err, you wao drink?” potter asked. drao stared at his lips as he sp too te that he wasly bei.
“oh, um, no.”
“right.” potter liked his lips amihed his beard. fuk! was he trying to drive drao mad?
“do you want to—”
“merli’s harry potter!”
&urned around to find an old man gaping at them. otter.
“mr. potter, suh an honour to fi you. howard .” he grabbed potter’s hand with both of his and shook it enthusiastially. potter smiled awkwardly. “i hope i’m epping, but i’ve been dying to know. there have been ma your vitory over you-know-who.” he leaned loser and drao ill luthing potter’s hand. “is it true you defeated him with the elder wand? do you still have it?”
drao rolled his eyes, ready to tell the wizard ot the haer patted the old man’s arm.