“thereyougo,drao,”hesaid.“youanrexnow.”

“arewereallybaktopettyinsults?”potterasked.“man,youwerealotmoreompanionablewhenwewereatlunh.”

“what!”draosnapped,finallyturningaroundtohim.hewasmomentarilytakenabakbypotter’sexpression,whihwasamused,buthealsolooked…urious?“you’resofullofyourself.”

draobittheinsideofhisheekaspotterregardedhimwithastrangeexpression.heleanedbakinhisseatandstarteddrumminghisfingersondrao’shair;itsentwavesofshokthroughhisbody.itwasalmosttoomuh,theantiipationofpotter’sfingersaidentallymissingthehairandbrushingagainstdraoinstead…

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draostiffened,espeiallywhen

oh,ifonlylooksouldkill.unfortunately,biseseemednowherenearthreatenedandsimplysniggeredwhiledraogloweredathim.hewantedtoturnawayfromthebastard,butthatwouldmeanhewouldhavetolookatpotter,whihreallywasn’tanappealingalternative.atall.fukeverything!whatinsazar’snamewashesupposedtodonow?

“well,youlooklikeahump!”smooth,drao,realsmooth.

“isthattrue?”potterwhispered,hishotbreathtiklingdrao’sear.“doyou…”helettherestofthesenteneglingbetweenthem,feedingthebzingfireinthepitofdrao’sstomah.

ntohim,hepatteddrao’skneewithatoothygrin.

“what?ididn’t—lunawastheonewhosaid—i—”

“youdolooktense,”potterremarked.

pottershiftedbesidehim,rubbinghisarmagainstdrao’sbakintheproess.oh,fortheloveof—

“merlin,potter,don’tstrainyourself.yourheadisgoingtoexplode.”