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“Let’s not talk about that anymore. Let’s change the subject,” Potter said, wearily. No, Draco wanted to say, we’re talking about this, but Potter’s tortured expression pulled at his heartstrings. He nodded, trying not to be too obvious about watching Potter as he cut into the pot roast.

“Oh,” he blurted as he swallowed his first bite. “This is…good.”

Potter’s face imdiately lit up. “Did you just give a plint?”

Draco snorted, distracting himself with another bite. “Don’t get used to it,” he muttered. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw Potter hesitantly lifting a forkful of pot roast to his mouth. His heart gave a little jump when Potter started to chew. He never would have thought watching soone else eat could feel that satisfying. Was that weird? Probably.

“You know, I’ve been aning to ask,” Potter said. “Doesn’t your mother want you to move to France?”

Draco let out a humourless laugh. Oh, the discussions they’d had about that.

“I’m just curious,” Potter added.

“Looking for a way to get rid of ?” Draco quipped, even though he felt a little stab to the chest. Potter getting sick of him was such a horrible thought.

“First of all, it’s not like France isn’t just a portkey away,” Potter said in an amused tone. “Second, I’ll admit, I’m…not too mad you didn’t move to France with your mum.”

Huh. Was he saying—

“So why didn’t you?” Potter asked.

“It would have looked like I’m running away,” Draco responded. “Not that I bla mother, but I just…I just wanted to stay,” he shrugged.

“Not taking the easy way out,” Potter said with an approving nod. “I think that’s admirable.”

Irritation flared up in Draco and he was just about to snap at Potter, when he added, “I’m glad you decided to stay.”

That…sounded…genuine. But…He was glad? What did that even an? Draco felt so confused, he grabbed at the air, instead of his wine glass. Which was empty. Because he had destroyed the wine. Ugh! Potter couldn’t just say sothing like that. Especially not while they were having a candlelight dinner, which Potter had prepared himself! That was just—

“But are you thinking of moving there in the future?” Potter asked, interrupting his thoughts.

“Ha, I don’t think my fiancée would approve of that,” Draco snorted. “She doesn’t like—”

There was a loud bang as Potter’s cutlery hit his plate. What was—

Oh. Fuck. Fuck!

“You’re engaged?”