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Yes.

No.

There, short and simple. Feeling pleased with himself, he went back to the parlour. He halted when something strange caught his eyes. Why were there suddenly two owls blinking at him? Sceptically, he went over to the new owl. His eyes widened when he recognised Potter’s messy handwriting.

Can I bring you breakfast again on Sunday?

Draco smirked. “Getting impatient, are we?” he murmured to himself. As much as he wanted Potter to suffer, he really wanted to see him again. He threw away the previous letter and scribbled down two new ones. He tied them to the owls’ feet, unable to suppress a grin.

If you must.

9am, Potter. Don’t be late.

Sunday, 12 January 2003

As Draco was getting ready for bed, his gaze fell on the little golden ball he had put on his bedside table. He felt a rush of warmth spread through him as he remembered Potter’s smile when he had given it to him. Apparently, it was some sort of Muggle chocolate. Potter had stuck two wings, made out of paper, into it, making it look like a snitch. Honestly, Draco had no idea what to make of it. He didn’t like how giddy it made him feel. And yet, he couldn’t help grinning at it while his head hit the pillow. Potter was full of surprises, and even though he shouldn’t, Draco couldn’t stop wondering what else he might have in store.

Chapter 5: A Little Too Strong

Tuesday, 14 January 2003

“Where is he? WHERE IS HE?”

“Sir, please calm—”

“I’M GOING TO CALM DOWN WHEN YOU TELL ME WHERE THE BLOODY HELL HE IS!” Draco slammed his fist on the counter, glaring at the nurse. “I need to see him. Right now. Nobody is telling me anything. I don’t even know how bad his injuries are!”

“Sir, it’s not—”

“Draco?”

He whirled around, completely taken aback by the soft green eyes blinking at him.

“P—Potter! I—I thought…” Relief and irritation flooded through him. What the bloody hell was going on? “I ran into Weasley and he said you were at St Mungo’s.”

“Yeah, to get a check-up.”