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Draco contemplated his options, finally deciding that honesty was probably his best shot. “Okay, look, the thing is…I invited you to that gala to raise more money. I knew if people saw you were ing—”

“So you basically used ,” Potter interrupted him. “To…help children.” Potter pressed his lips together, but, Draco realised, it wasn’t in irritation; it was to keep himself from laughing. “And, err, that’s the only reason you invited ?”

Draco almost tripped over his own feet. “What—What else would there be?”

“Draco,” Potter sighed. “Why can’t you just admit you like ?” Draco froze, his mind going pletely blank. Potter seed to be in a similar state, looking like he was berating himself for what he’d just said. “Um, you know…as a person,” he added quickly.

Draco willed his muscles to relax, forcing his lips into a smirk. “You’re…not horrible.”

“I’ll take it,” Potter said with a grin. “Although…” His grin widened. “You seem to like enough to tell the kids stories about .”

Oh no, here we go.

“I tell them stories about . You just happen to be…a part of that.”

“A big part?”

Oh, that cocky bastard.

“You just have to take the lead in everything, don’t you?”

“That’s not a no,” Potter said, looking smug.

Draco’s mouth twitched, in spite of himself. Damn it! Why was Potter’s smile so infectious?

“I’m glad I ca today,” Potter said.

Me too, Draco thought, exchanging a long and aningful glance with him. There was no point in saying it out loud. He had a feeling Potter already knew.

Chapter 7: Think about the Consequence

Friday, 31 January 2003

Draco leaned his head against the back of the armchair, his grip on the blanket wrapped around him slowly loosening.

“I hate everything,” he murmured.