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“What was that?” He stared at the fireplace before his eyes wandered over to Draco. “Did you just—Was that you?”

Draco swallowed around the lump in his throat. Shit.

“Um…I told you, my magic has been a bit off,” he muttered, lamely.

“But you took the Pepperup potion. You’re fine now.”

“Not completely, it seems.” He cleared his throat when Potter gave him a sceptical look. “Shall we go?”

“Sure,” Potter murmured, still eyeing him suspiciously. “I’ll go first. Just say you want to go to my flat, I’ll let the wards down.”

Draco nodded, stiffly, and watched Potter vanish in the green flames. He took a few deep breaths before he did the same.

The first thing he noticed when he stepped into Potter’s living room was how empty it looked. The essentials were there, a sofa, a shelf…but there was no trace of Potter. Nobody could have guessed he was the one living here. As Draco pondered that, his eyes fell on the table in the middle of the room; he immediately froze.

“But…you already made dinner.”

“I did.”

“That was a little presumptuous, don’t you think?”

“You’re here, aren’t you?”

Draco drank in Potter’s smile. It was teasing, but also…something else. It made him want to smack him…and then snog him senseless. Oh boy. This evening was already doomed.

“I’m only here because you practically begged me,” Draco drawled.

“You can say what you want, Draco, I know you like spending time with me.”

There was something so disarming about that comment, Draco momentarily lost his train of thought. If Potter noticed, he didn’t let it show. He seemed concentrated as he lighted a few candles. Candles! As if this was supposed to be romantic.

“Can you open the wine?” he asked, looking over his shoulder.

“Gladly. You can’t be trusted with an important task like that,” Draco replied, walking over to the table. He reached for the bottle, scanning the label, and furrowed his brows. It actually wasn’t a bad one. On the contrary. It was one of Draco’s favourites.

“Is it not the right one?” Potter asked when he saw Draco frowning at the bottle.

“It’ll do,” Draco shrugged.