“You’reinsufferable,that’swhatyouare.”

ThereisamusementinPotter’svoie,andDraomissedthat,thesoundofhisvoiewhenhe’shappy.Hewisheshedidn’t.

Potterstartstowalkagain,andDraorosseshisarms,sitaroundPotter’sshoulderstokeephimselffromfalling.HeburieshisnoseinPotter’snek,letshimselffeelthewarmthofPotter’sskinandallowshimselfthisoneminuteofweaknessandselfishness,beause,hepromises,thiswillbethesttime.

HewantstokissPotter’snek.

Instead,hesays,“Letmedown.”

Potterturnshishead,looksathimfromtheornerofhiseye.“bsp;youwalk?”

“Yeah.”

Potterkneelsdownandletsgoofhislegs,letshimsteponthegroundonhisownandstraightenhimselfup.Immediately,Potterstandsandlooksathimover,looksathimworriedly.“Areyouokay?”

No.Hisvision’sdimmingagainandhefeelslikehishead’sabouttoburst.“Fine.”

“Youlooklikeyou’reabouttothrowup.”

“Mustbeyourimagination.”

Potterrollshiseyesandtakeshisarm,pullsitoverhisshoulder.Oneagain,they’repressedtogether,whihisjustaswell,beauseDrao’skneesbukle.

Potter’shandisaroundhiswaistinaninstant.“Merlin,Malfoy.Youanaskforhelp,youknow,”hemuttersthroughgrittedteeth.

Drao’svisionlears,justabit,andhetriestostraightenhislegsonemore.

Potter’svoieisnearhisearandit’ssoft.“Youanaskmeforhelp.”

AndDrao,inhisdelirium,replies,justassoft.“Iknow.”

Heknows.

Theastlehallsarequietwhentheypassthroughthem.Gonearethestudents,andtheonlynoisethatehoaretheirfootstepsandheavybreathing.Draospendsthetriptryingtofousonkeepinghimselfawakesomuhthatittakesawhileforhimtonotiethatthey’realreadyinfrontofaveryfamiliarstonewall.

Heughs,aquietughterofdisbelief.“Potter,whydoyouknowthewaytotheSlytherinommonroom?”

Pottergrinsathim.“Tradeserets.”Henudgeshishintowardsthewall.“I’lltellyouwhenwegetinside.bsp;youstandnow?”

Draodoes.Hedoesn’tthinkheandoitforverylong,butdamnifhe’sgoingtokeephangingoffofPotterforever.“We?”

Potter’ssmilegetsbigger,andDraourseshisheartforfeelingwhateveritisthatit’sfeeling.Mustbethenausea.

Potterrummagesthroughhisrobepokets,getshiswandinoneandasmallpieeoflothintheother.Withaswishandflik,thepieeoflothtransformsintoahugeloak,sparklinglikethenightsky.Hethrowsitaroundhimself,andDraotrieshardnottostaredumblyatthespotwherePotteronestood.

Ofourse,Potterwouldhaveaninvisibilityloak.

“Youlittlebugger.”

Ahukleehoesinthedungeons.“What’sthepassword?”

PotterisintheSlytherindungeons.

Potterisinhisroom.

Granted,he’shadPotterinhisroombefore,butnot…inSlytherin.

TheshokandutterridiulousnessofithasDraowalkingstraighttowardshisbedtoliedownandresthisahinghead.Therearealotofgapsinhismemory,andtryingtomakesenseofeverythingthatledthemhereisn’tdoinghimanyfavours.

There’sasoundofabedreaking,andDraoanimaginethatPotter’sgoneandmadehimselfathomeontheother,bed.

ThatonehadbeenGoyle’s.

Draosighs,rubshishandoverhisfae,andthenkeepsitthere.“HowdidyouknowIwasintheForbiddenForest?”

Potter’svoieissheepish.“IhavethisMapthattellsmewhereeverybodyisintheastle.”

Draosnorts,shakinghisheadininredulity.“Youertainlyhavealotofthings,don’tyou?”Hekikshisbootsoffand,unaringofhowmuddytheendsofhisrobesare,putshisfeetuponthebedandarrangeshimselfsothatheanlookatPotterwhilekeepinghisthrobbingheadlyingdown.He’llSifyhissheetster.

“Yeah,well,youdon’tbeatVoldemortempty-handed.”

Potterisleaningbakonhisarms,keepinghisfeetandhisowndirtybootsfirmlypntedonthefloor.

“Areyougloating?”

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