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“Yeah, sure, I, um—”

“Ahem.”

They both startled, hastily jumping apart and finally letting go of each other’s hand.

“I couldn’t have said it better myself, Malfoy,” McGonagall said as she handed him a large envelope.

Draco felt himself blush, mentally cursing his existence.

“We’ll be on our way, then,” Draco said, keeping his eyes on the envelope.

“Thank you, Headmistress,” he heard Potter murmur. “I really appreciate it. Everything.”

“Don’t mention it, Potter. But…will you promise me something in return?”

Draco peered at Potter from under his lashes. He looked a bit nervous.

“Stop being your own worst enemy.”

Potter opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Before he could say something stupid, Draco reached for his wrist.

“Thank you, Headmistress,” Draco said, tugging Potter towards the fireplace.

“Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Potter,” McGonagall said, and they both turned around. She gave them a look Draco couldn’t read. Her eyes were sparkling and there was something about the curve of her mouth that looked completely out of place. Was it…amusement? “If I may speak freely one more time,” she said, raising her chin. “It’s about damn time, you stubborn, oblivious boys.”

Thursday, 31 July 2003

“You brought croissants.”

“I did.”

“And raspberries.”

Potter grinned at him. That loveable prat.

“I’m only eating if you are,” Draco said, motioning for him to sit down on his lap.