“you’re ihat’s what you are”
there is aent potter’s voie, and drao issed that, the sound of his voie when he’s happy he wishes he didn’t
≈s to walk aga, and drao rosses his ars, s it around potter’s shoulders to keep hiself fro fallg he buries his er’s s hiself feel the otter’s sk and allows hiself this oe of weakness and selfishness, beae, he proises, this will be the st ti
≈o kiss potter’s nek
stead, he says, “let down”
≈urns his head, looks at hi fro the orner of his eye “bsp;you walk?”
“yeah”
potter kneels dows go of his legs, lets hi step on the ground on his own and straighten hiself up idiately, potter stands and looks at hi over, looks at hi worriedly “are you okay?”
no his vision’s dig aga and he feels like his head’s about to burst “fe”
“you look like you’re about to throw up”
“t be yation”
potter rolls his eyes and takes his ar, pulls it over his sha, they’re pressed together, whih is jt as well, beae drao’s knees bukle
potter’s hand is around his waist an stant “rl, alfoy you an ask for help, you kers through gritted teeth
drao’s visio a bit, araighten his legs one ore
potter’s voie is ’s soft “you an ask for help”
and drao, his deliriu, replies, jt as soft “i know”
he knows
≈le halls are quiet whehrough the gos, and the o eho are their footsteps ahg drao speryg to fo on keepg hiself awake so uh that it takes a while for hi to hey’re already front of a very failiar stone wall
he ughs, a quiet ughter of disbelief “potter, why do you khe slyther oon roo?”
prs at hi “trade serets” he nudges his h towards the wall “i’ll tell you whe side bsp;you stand now?”
drao does he doesn’t thi f, but dan if he’s gog to keep hangg off of potter forever “we?”
potter’s sile gets bigger, and drao urses his heart f whatever it is that it’s feelg t be the naea
pes through his robe pokets, gets his wand one and a sall piee of loth ih a swish and flik, the piee of loth transfors to a huge l like the night sky he throws it around hiself, and drao tries hard not to stare dubly at the spot where potter oood
of ourse, potter would have an visibility loak
“you little bugger”
a hukle ehoes the dungeons “assword?”
≈he slyther dungeons
potter is his roo
granted, he’s had potter his roo before, but not… slyther
the shok and utter ridiulo has drao walkg straight towards his bed to lie dow his ahihere are a lot of gaps his ory, and tryg to ake sehat led the here isn’t dog hi any favours
there’s a sound , and drao ater’s gone and ade hiself at ho oher,bed
that one had been goyle’s
drao sighs, rubs his hand over his fae, ahere “how did you know i was the forbidde?”
potter’s voie is sheepish “i have this ap that tells where everybody is ile”
drao snorts, shakg his head iy “you ertai of thgs, don’t you?” he kiks his boots off and, unarg of how uddy the ends of his robes are, puts his feet up on the bed and arrahat he an look at potter while keepg his throbbg head lyg down he’ll sify his sheets ter
“yeah, well, you do voldeort epty-handed”
potter is leang bak on his ars, keepi and his own dirty boots firly phe floor
“are you gloatg?”