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“Did you have anything specific in mind?”

“Not really.”

“Do you need it for a specific occasion?”

“Yeah, um, a wedding,” Potter said, his eyes darting over to Draco.

“Oh, congratulations,” the woman said with a big smile on her face.

“Oh, no, no,” Potter said hastily. “I’m not—We’re not—It’s not our—I’m just a guest there.”

“Ah, I’m so sorry,” the woman said, looking embarrassed while she brought up a hand to cover her mouth. “Would you like to get a few options?”

“That would be great, thanks,” Potter said. It didn’t escape Draco’s notice that he looked a little flushed.

As soon as the saleswoman had vanished, he quietly cleared his throat, willing his voice to sound only mildly interested as he asked, “Who’s getting married?” He watched Potter fidget with the sleeve of his coat.

“Cho.”

“Cho?” Draco echoed, cocking his head. “Chang? Cho Chang is getting married?”

“Yeah, to a Muggle. They decided to have a Muggle wedding.”

While Draco processed that, he was pleased to find no hint of regret or anything indicating resentnt in Potter’s voice. Everybody knew he had drooled after her in fourth year. Their short-lived romance a year later had been the talk of the school back then, and Draco still itched to know why they had broken up.

“Hey,” Potter said quietly. “If, um…Are you—I an, err—”

“What?” Potter stamring like that made Draco edgy. He knew nothing good was about to follow when Potter was showing signs of nervousness.

“If you’re not doing anything that day…um…That is to say—Err, you want to e?”

“What?” Draco gawked at him. Had Potter really just asked him what Draco thought he had asked? “To the wedding? With you?”

“Yes?” Potter said in an usually squeaky tone.

“Oh.” Heat imdiately rushed to his cheeks. Potter, that blockhead! Didn’t he know what inviting soone to a wedding implied? Of course he didn’t. Besides, Draco knew the only reason Potter had just asked him was because he was short of options. He had said all of his friends had partners and he probably didn’t want to show up there alone or with soone he barely knew. So, really, he was asking Draco because he had nobody else. How charming. But, seriously, no matter how desperate Draco might have been for Potter’s attention—Ugh!—he still had his dignity. At least, that’s what he kept telling himself. But… wasn’t that what he was doing right now? Accepting the fact that Potter spent ti with him because he apparently had nobody else to turn to? Was going to a wedding with him for the very sa reason really that much worse?

“When’s the wedding?” Draco asked, keeping his face impassive.