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“I liked talking to you. Especially while you were in such a good mood.”

“Good mood?” Draco echoed. “I was drunk, Potter.”

“I know,” he smiled. “But it made you…a little less serious. I liked that.” The smile widened.

Fuck. What was going on? The few times he had bumped into Potter over the years had been nothing like this. Granted, Potter had been friendly but he had also been curt and aloof. Draco had gotten the impression Potter was doing what he thought was required of him. But this, Potter being openly nice to him, was a first. And it was horrible. It only made things worse.

“How come you’re not at work at two in the afternoon on a Monday?” Draco said after clearing his throat. “Are you already on holiday? I didn’t take you for the type to take a holiday at all.”

Something flickered across Potter’s face as he took another sip of his butterbeer. “Um, in a manner of speaking I’m on holiday, yes.”

“Why do you say it like that?”

“Like what?”

“So…ominously.”

Potter sighed, leaning back in his chair. “I rarely talk about it to be honest.”

Draco studied him closely as his face twisted into something unreadable. He seemed to be considering something. When he finally spoke again, his tone was a lot gloomier.

“Ever since I quit Auror training—”

“You did what?” Draco blurted. “You quit—What?”

“Well, technically, I’m on sabbatical, but I think they know I’m not coming back.”

“But…why?” Draco asked, genuinely shocked.

Potter shrugged. “I didn’t like it.”

Draco wanted to snort and point out many people didn’t like their job. But Potter was in a position where he didn’t need to do anything he didn’t like, wasn’t he? Or, maybe, he had so many obligations he secretly disliked, he made sure to get rid of the things he had control over.

“How did I not know about this?” Draco murmured, more to himself than to Potter.

“Oh, I’m sorry, was I supposed to send you a memo?” Potter said in an amused tone.

Draco immediately felt himself blush. “I meant…” He tried to collect himself, searching for the right words. “How come none of this was in the papers?”