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“I swear to Salazar, Potter, if you get beer on my trousers, I’ll make you regret ever setting foot into this bar,” Draco growled.

Potter looked him up and down for a moment before he turned to Blaise. “Yeah, he’s a delicate flower,” he said, keeping his face impassive.

Blaise chuckled and elbowed Draco in the ribs. “Lucky bastard,” he repeated.

“Stop calling me that,” Draco hissed. It didn’t escape his notice that the corners of Potter’s mouth curved upwards, even though he was trying to hide it. He resumed drumming his fingers on Draco’s chair, his thumb swiping over Draco’s shoulder blade, seemingly by accident. Draco couldn’t help but twitch at the contact. Shit, why had he decided to wear the light blue dress shirt? It was so thin, it practically felt like Potter’s thumb was touching his bare skin.

“Hey, by the way,” Potter said, leaning closer. “How was Christmas?”

“It was fine,” Draco said, a little breathless. The fewer words he used, the better.

“How’s your mother?”

“Fine.”

“How was the food?”

“Fine.”

“Any good presents?”

“Fine.”

“What?”

“Oh, um…Good—Good presents. The presents were good,” Draco stammered, reaching for his wine. Fuck Potter and his thumb! It was absolutely inexcusable to make a Malfoy stammer like this! Oh, and speaking of which, fuck Potter and his stupid, ravishing smile as well!

Draco gulped down his wine, hoping the alcohol would hit him quickly. His best chance to get through this evening without further embarrassment was to divert Potter. Let him talk, Draco thought.

“How was your Christmas?” he asked, avoiding his gaze.

“It was fine,” Potter grinned. Fortunately for him, before Draco could hex him on the spot, he decided to elaborate. “It was really great, actually. Christmas at the Burrow is always special. Mrs. Weasley got a bit cross, though. Ron and George spiked her Christmas punch without her knowing. But honestly,” he chuckled, “there’s nothing like Ron and George singing Christmas carols while they’re completely pissed.”

“I imagine it was quite the scene,” Draco said, wrinkling his nose.

“You have no idea,” Potter laughed. Merlin, it was so good to see him laugh. He leaned closer, whispering in Draco’s ear. “He took off his jumper and George drew baubles on his nipples and a reindeer on his stomach. His bellybutton was the nose. It was kind of disturbing.”

Draco tried really hard not to laugh, but the image Potter had just described was just too ridiculous. His eyes darted over to Weasley and within mere seconds, his entire body was shaking with laughter.