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“You—You’re in love with ?” His voice sounded squeaky.

“Potter, I’m not going to say it again.”

“But—I…Really?”

“Potter!”

Finally, Draco opened his eyes. He found Potter staring at him in a very unbeing way.

“You’re in love with ,” Potter breathed.

Against his better judgent, Draco nodded.

“But…how?”

“What do you an ‘how?” Draco snorted. “You made it impossible for not to—” He cut himself off before he would blab sothing Potter could tease him with.

“Really?” Potter still sounded like he couldn’t believe a word Draco was saying.

“Yes, really,” Draco grumbled. “Even though you’re a prat. A prat who’s far too attractive for his own good.”

Potter’s mouth snapped shut, his brows furrowing. Draco wanted to grab his shoulders and shake him.

“You do realise the way you looked in school wasn’t healthy, right? Now, you finally look like a person, not like a skeleton.”

“You’re one to talk,” Potter murmured.

“I’m just built that way. You on the other hand…” He held Potter’s gaze as he slowly leaned closer. “You’re so handso and you don’t even realise—” He broke off when Potter looked away. He reached up, cupped his cheek and turned his head back around to him.

“You haven’t seen everything, yet,” Potter muttered in a strained tone.

Before Draco could fire back a retort, Potter pulled back. For a second, Draco thought he would leave. Then again, this was his flat. So was he going to ask Draco to leave?

When he realised what Potter was actually doing, he froze. He watched closely as Potter got up and slowly grabbed the hem of his jumper. He knew this was a big mont. This was what Potter had been trying to avoid the last ti. If he took off his jumper now, it would an…it would an…

Draco stopped breathing when Potter pulled the jumper over his head and let it fall to the floor. He looked so anxious, all Draco wanted to do was pull him into a hug. But he couldn’t stop staring at him; at his chest where black hair curled against his dark skin, at his nipples which sent heat through his body, at his stomach that looked so soft, Draco yearned to touch it.

Several monts passed until Potter crossed his arms in front of him, covering his stomach. Draco’s eyes darted up to his face. He had never seen Potter look so nervous. His eyes widened when Draco smiled at him and stroked his arm.