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So of their mates. Did that include Potter? Draco had no idea if he was still close with Finnigan and Thomas. All the more reason not to go, he decided. The last thing he needed right now was seeing Potter in his natural habitat; relaxed, amongst his friends, making jokes, laughing…

“Is sothing wrong?” Blaise asked, and Draco realised he’d been frowning. He shook his head and continued picking at his croissant. He shouldn’t go. He really shouldn’t. But… what if Blaise flirted with Potter again? What if Potter got so sloshed, he’d suddenly be receptive to Blaise’s wooing? Draco could just picture it; the two of them sitting so close their thighs were touching, Blaise’s hand on Potter’s knee under the table, Blaise whispering sothing in Potter’s ear, making him chuckle, Blaise leaning in at the end of the night, when they were outside, saying good night…

“One drink,” Draco snapped. “Just one drink.”

Blaise and Pansy exchanged a look, their expressions turning irritatingly smug.

“Told ya,” Pansy said, winking at Blaise, who started sniggering into his tea.

It took a second for Draco to realise what had just happened.

“I hate you both,” he growled, stuffing the rest of the croissant into his mouth, ignoring their laughter.

They had totally played him.

Saturday, 4 January 2003

“And then the goat just ran away!”

Draco scowled as so of Blaise’s firewhiskey landed on his trousers. He didn’t seem to notice as he was seized with mad laughter, slapping his knee. Everyone was laughing, Draco noticed. He had no idea what Thomas’ story had been about, he hadn’t listened to a word. Instead, his eyes had been glued to the door. It was after ten and Potter still hadn’t shown up. Was he even ing? Draco didn’t want to ask, but felt a mixture of anticipation, disappointnt and fury. Granger and Weasley were here, so where the fuck was Potter?

“Are you not satisfied with your wine?”

Draco jerked and turned to his left, blinking at Luna.

“Um, no, it’s fine. Why?”

“Because you keep scowling at it,” she said with a smile. Draco made a non-mittal sound in the back of his throat and took a swig.

“I guess I’ve had better,” he said.

“You want to try this?” She held up her deep purple drink, which was steaming. A bunch of fruit had been placed on the rim, almost concealing the colourful straw.

“No, thanks,” Draco said, making a face.

“You might like it,” she smiled. “You’ll never know if you don’t try.”