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“Why?”

“Not everybody wants to be in the spotlight,” Draco shrugged.

“Yeah,” Potter said thoughtfully. “But still, what you’re doing—”

“Let’s not talk about that anymore,” Draco interjected. The way Potter was looking at him, almost awestruck, was making him uncomfortable.

“But—”

“Maybe what McGonagall said wasn’t the worst idea. We could need more help.”

Potter still looked flabbergasted.

“Who would have thought it would come to this?” Draco quipped, shaking his head. Potter seemed to regain his composure at Draco’s words.

“I can’t believe you dragged me here and—”

He stopped talking when Draco squeezed his hand.

“Don’t you feel better now?” he asked.

Potter shot him a dark look. “Maybe,” he grumbled. “Still, you could have at least warned me.”

“I thought it was better this way. You always did your best work under pressure,” Draco smirked. “I wouldn’t have done it if I thought you couldn’t handle it.”

Potter briefly closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“I guess it was a pretty nice thing to do,” he murmured. When he opened his eyes, they were so soft and warm, it felt like he was seeing right into Draco’s heart. “You knew what she was going to say, didn’t you?”

“Obviously I didn’t,” Draco snorted. “Otherwise, I would have been prepared to be exposed.”

“But you knew she wouldn’t be disappointed in me.”

“That I knew,” he murmured. “I hope this makes you realise that most of the pressure you’ve been feeling was put on you by yourself. It’s your life, your choices, nobody else’s.”

Potter looked like he was about to tear up. He was obviously trying very hard to hold it back. His mouth curved into a grateful smile before he leaned forward and brushed their lips together.

“Thank you,” he whispered, squeezing Draco’s hand again.