“how do you not know?”
“we’re doihg, but whether it’s a date or not is still up frabs”
“oh” heriohk about that for a ihen i wish you k ourns out to be”
harry grned “hopefully i wo, right?”
that saturday daw had all ter and grgly bright the feelg was alost iio as students throughout hogwarts dressed warly f the streets of hogsade harry, guessg that ron would be boung off the walls ie fryffdor tower before breakfast, leavg drao the shower
harry was right, rohe other boys had lo to al ron down the redhead pratially attaked harry whehe dor
“harry! what a i gog to do! or wear! and what if i at like a jerk and—”
harry shared a sufferg look with the other boys whd not to be harry’s shht now
drao was thkg uh along the sa les as ron, but a nified ahe oo hear his uttergs was a irror she had wathed unipressed as drao had taken ost, if not all, of the lothes out of his loset ahe around the roo ahed as he proeeded to pae beee had ford, disardier ite f “not good enough”
“why don’t you lose your eyes, pik a shirt, aroers to ath?” the irror asked irritated
drao fixed her with a gre that trao “what ould a irror know?”
“hun, i’ve been here for years i’ve been every dor possible ahis ss over and over believe , everyoually gets to that pot so why don’t you save yourself a whole lot of trouble, pag, and weari worry?”
drao did she irror…and theheshirt
≈ was already underway when drao leased with how he looked araditional slyther robes over his outfit perfet
“you look l now washe irror asked drao shre at the irror aerg about refletive gss that koo uh
hogsade was always btlg with people, a-over old fro the height of wihihe so it was with a little diffiulty that harry ade his way through the rowded roo of three broostiks to the bak where the private booths were ada rosrta had siled warly at hi aowards the booth that was tuked i of the way orh a, “he’s waitg for you”
≈heselves were sothg eni to harry they were ped aro of the roo with onealiie--not, and privay hars o were keyed to the people that wao e the regur tors wouldhey were there and so it erfet for his and drao’s…whatever-it-was
drao had already ordered o butterbeers and was loungiably on his hair, lookg out at the patrons who ouldhg the harryhe seed ied iable partiur as he slid i opposite drao
“i know that look,” harry observed
drao’s eyes flikered to hi and then bak “what look?”
“you’re plottihg what?”
“i’ thkg of ways to ebarrass crabe ter he old he was ied i”
harry looked over aheritg i was a little ore than friendly
“well, you didn’t tell hi about beg a veriae and , did you?”
drao had the grae to look unofortable “no, but that’s different”
harry was onfed “how?”
“i don’t know but i’ll thihg”
harry jt ughed and took a sip of butterbeer
ro worried as he turo herione “you k seen harry aoday are you sure he was ok with this?”
herione siled “yes, ron, i’ sure he had soohe day with”
ron’s eyes wide “really?”
“really”
a ofortable silene had fallewo boys, and harry i had strethed iernoon, when drao said, “i don’t hate you anyore, you know”
≈hat followed was not as ofortable “i don’t hate you aher” harry fihkg a bit and then addg “ fat, i thk i ight like you”
he looked up to fd silver eyes lookg at hi with a strange expressiois… i’ ’s or the veriae who likes you,” drao said slowly, “but it’s beoiihe o of the”