“bloody hell, potter, spit it ou—”
“aybe i ed you,” potter sputtered
“alright, aybe you didn’t, so what?” drao said, and he ould feel their oion fallg bak that old failiar pattern, seeg who ould ake the other feel duber with eah word
≈ hi a hastisg gne and dra he felt rise to his heeks so aybe only he was fallg bak to his old otter seed quite deterio be different
“if yreat revetion is that it turns out you don’t d so uh, i a goio ask you to have better revetions fro now on,” drao ontued, onsioly softeng his voie
“that’s not it,” potter sisted
“rlier, get on with it then,” drao said, his eyes gravitatg bak tootter’s hah the sheets hehe would oo ove his own a fratioouhg
“that artile,” pan “the one you have saved your book—”
“you’ve lh that?” drao stiffened
“i—i’ sorry, i shoulder stuttered “but i wao say it was right”
drao gasped for air like a fish out of water harry had lh his book he tried ta his oposure, but he was sure it was va “otter, i have a few saved”
“you know whih one, alfoy the one gny had doer we broke up the artile”
“you—potter, that’s extrely vasive,” drao swallowed
“are yog to harp on that wheold you that—”
“i’ proessg, potter,” he spat fdg harry’s eyes aga “i’ve been exiled f on four years, you’re the first persoo that isn’t erva gonagall as uh ti, aellihat you’re…what are you tellier? you’ve not said anythg”
harry haled sharply, bitg off a response his haheir fra
“i’ sayg that i don’t hate you, alfoy,” he fally replied, his voie barely above a whisper
“thahank you so fukg uh if you’re quite fii, it’s best you leave,” drao hissed turng oo fae away fro the other boy
“no—”
“go”
“i’ not quite fished”
“go anyway”
≈he rtle of harry’s lothiood his heart juped to his throat as he heard the bedroo door lik shut this was his only hag it slip through his fgers he rolled over, his head spood up too fast, or aybe it was the adreore open the door ahe r harry’s wrist jt as he reahed the door to the hall harry stiffe his touh but didn’t turn around
drao pulled gently at his ar until harry turo fae hi harry swallowed visibly
the silehe physially paed hi, but he w through his i harry opened his outh to say sothg idioti no doubt, sothg ruihat wouldhe ss of words he had spat out before any learer he had to s hi
drao fisted his free hand the olr of harry’s shirt and pulled hi l hiself not to thk about how terrible a was to eve with this an for another seond
“alfoy”
the sound of his own na shook hi fro what t have beeary stane of sa go of harry’s wrist, lettihg at harry’s shirt fall to hang liply he turned away fr his head
“sorry i wasn’t thkg straight go”
“are you sure?”
“even if i wasn’t, i don’t have a hoie”
harry sighed
“you ight assword”
“you ight wa,” drao replied, with around
“i don’t want to,” harry replied the entrane opened, seeihan it ever had before, and still harry was gooo quikly
“idiot you fukg idiot,” drao urured
harry hurried down the hallway bak to his roos
“i love you, alfoy i love you, drao i love you, i’ sorry,” he whispered to hiself “see, it’s not that hard to say”
≈ he ouldn’t say it he ouldn’t say it out loud, not when drao was there to hear