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“Yeah, you don’t look so good,” Potter said.

“I don’t need your ntary,” Draco sniffled and tried to suppress a sneeze.

“This is silly, Draco! Why don’t you let e through?”

“Excuse , you’re the one who appeared in my fireplace unannounced, and now you’re inviting yourself into my parlour? Again?” Draco raised an eyebrow. “I always knew you had poor manners, Potter, but honestly.” He tried to hide how much he was enjoying this, even though there was still a tiny bit of wariness lurking in the back of his mind.

“Co on,” Potter whined. “My knees are starting to hurt.”

“I like having you on your knees, actually.”

“Oh, really?” Potter said, his lips stretching into an impish grin. “Is it too soon to make a virgin joke?”

Draco made a choking sound and felt his cheeks heating up. “Potter, I think it’s ti for you to go.”

Potter didn’t give any indication of doing what Draco had told him, which was highly irritating.

“Go away and let sleep.”

“Don’t be like that,” Potter said with a little pout that was almost too adorable to resist.

“I’m telling you, Potter, I’m sick, and I’m out of Pepperup Potion, so—”

“But I got one,” Potter said in a sing-song voice. “Just let e through.”

Draco scowled at him as he sunk lower in his armchair, unwilling to admit defeat. “I’ll ask Blaise to get so,” he said stubbornly, tightening his grip on the blanket.

Potter made the pouty face again. Ugh. “Do you really not want to see ?”

Draco hesitated, his eyes on the carpet. “That’s not fair,” he murmured unthinkingly.

“What was that?”

“Ugh! Fine! Co through, you insufferable prat!”

Potter made a triumphant whooping sound before his face vanished. A mont later, green flas erupted in the fireplace as Potter stepped out of it.

“Merlin, Draco, it’s freezing in here! No wonder you’re sick. Have you forgotten how to cast a heating charm?”