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“Oh really?” he wheezed. “Merlin, I hope you took so pictures as future blackmail material.”

Potter sniggered beside him, his breath warm on Draco’s neck. Draco couldn’t decide if that was what was suddenly making him dizzy or the alcohol.

“Oi,” Weasley called from across the table. “Are you guys talking about ?”

“No, Weasley,” Draco spluttered. “We’re laughing at you.”

Weasley glowered at him, then at Potter. “What did you tell him?”

“Just so stuff that happened on Christmas,” Potter shrugged.

Weasley promptly jutted his chin forward and huffed. “Whatever, ferret,” he mumbled. Draco would have retaliated, if Potter hadn’t chosen this exact mont to start drawing circles on Draco’s shoulder with his finger. Fucking Mother of Merlin!

“How did you spend New Year’s?” Potter asked, sipping at his beer. Draco blinked. His brain was working slower than usual.

“Oh, Mother and I were invited to a friend’s party.”

“Ah,” Potter said. “Anyone special there? Soone you kissed at midnight, perhaps?”

Draco opened his mouth, only to close it again, without being able to say anything. His gaze flicked down to Potter’s lips. There was a bit of foam above his upper lip from his beer. Oh, how much Draco wanted to lick it. He hated beer, but you always had to make sacrifices in life, right? His fingers twitched with the desire to reach up and touch Potter’s face, his legs trembling at the thought of leaning into his body…It only got worse when his eyes locked with Potter’s. There was sothing about the way he was looking at Draco that made his breath hitch.

“So, did you?” Potter asked, his voice barely a whisper.

“Huh?”

“Kiss anybody at midnight?”

“Oh.” Draco swallowed around the sudden lump in his throat. “No?” He had no idea why his answer sounded like a question. His mind was too far gone, apparently.

Potter’s scrutinising gaze intensified. “Good.”

Good? What? Why?

“Yeah…good,” Draco breathed, oblivious to the fact that he was slowly but surely leaning forward.

“Merlin, get a room, you two,” he suddenly heard Pansy call. At that, Draco nearly jumped out of his seat, imdiately drawing back and smoothing down his shirt. Heat coursed through him, leaving him flustered and confused. He sneaked a peek at Potter, who looked pletely undisturbed as he sipped at his beer. Internally grumbling, Draco narrowed his eyes. Damn Potter! Was he even realising how much he affected Draco? Apparently not.

Shortly after, Potter excused himself, and Draco finally felt like he could breathe again.