If you don’t mind, I’d like your advice on what to watch out for when buying…ingredients.” “I thought you might be able to help me,” the lies slipped out of his tongue before he could think too much about it. “.For potion ingredients?” Draco didn’t need to be able to read emotions to know how confused Harry was. Why did he come out without a plan? “Do you mind shopping with me some time?” “You’re good at potions, right?” Draco was grasping at straws. “Yes?” Harry looked as confused as Draco felt. He immediately wanted to slap himself in the face. “Were you shopping for yourself?” Draco blurted. There were a few seconds of awkward silence as they both searched for a neutral topic. She probably knew a lot more than he was even aware of. “Not as often as you think,” her mouth tilted upwards, as if she knew something he didn’t. “I don’t doubt that,” Draco replied, trying not to look at the human-shaped dent in the wall. At his questioning look, she added flippantly, “I can handle myself.” “Just fine,” Harry forced a smile in his direction, looking like she would rather be anywhere but there. “Are you alright, Harry?” He asked out of habit, though the answer was obvious. Acting as though nothing happened, she turned back and faced him again, ignoring the looks she’d attracted with the finesse of someone who had been ignoring others’ disbelief for years. But he couldn’t help it, especially when Harry didn’t do more than give a dirty look as the man scrambled up, cursing and stumbling into the back alley. Īnd Harry’s right hand, still holding on to her shopping bag which was filled to the brim with its contents stacked neatly against each other, hadn’t moved an inch.ĭraco tried not to gape. Instead, his hand went down, and Draco couldn’t see clearly where it went, but he could guess.ĭraco sped up, wand already out of its holster, when he paused.įaster than he’d seen anyone move-except perhaps Rigel-Harry’s left hand was on the stranger’s wrist, and within a second, the man was flung backwards into the wall of the apothecary.ĭraco could’ve sworn he heard at least one crack. A slightly taller man casually walked past Potter, except Draco could see it wasn’t casual at all, because he wasn’t going into the shop or anything. Harry’s back was to the wall of the apothecary. ĭraco would never forget what happened in those twenty seconds. It was a twenty-second walk, but it was time. Sure, he had nothing to say, and no excuses at all, but he could come up with something on the way. Her eyes widened for a second, and Draco thought she was going to bolt when she hesitantly lifted the hand not holding a bag and waved.ĭraco waved back, and made a split-second decision to walk over. The shoulder-length, messy black hair shifted and Draco’s eyes met a bright, luminous green. When he stepped out of the shop, he spotted a familiar mop of hair coming out of the apothecary down the street. It had been a coincidence-for some sense of normalcy, he had gone to Quality Quidditch Supplies to stare at the newest broomsticks he was sure he had back home. Opportunity presented itself one day when he was in Diagon Alley. Locating her was only the first step-he had to come up with an excuse to talk to her as well. For all that Draco’s mind was set, Harry Potter was a nightmare to pin down. ~In my defense, I have none, for never leaving well enough alone…~ He didn’t have to know why she liked him to use it to his advantage.Īnd so, Draco’s mind was set, and the pool rippled. All that was real in front of him was that she liked him, and he could use that. So perhaps, Harry’s emotions didn’t have to make sense. What he felt was their true emotions and intentions, and even a master like Pansy couldn’t fake her inner emotions. However, most of the time, knowing how a person was feeling was enough. He didn’t have to always know why a person was feeling a certain way-though of course he’d like to. The thing was, Draco had come to realize over the years that emotions didn’t have to make sense. It made even less sense than Astoria Greengrass’s feelings for him, and he was pretty sure he had spoken more with Harry than Greengrass.
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They had barely met once or twice before, but for some reason their meetings had awakened some sort of feeling in her, something Draco wasn’t sure how to navigate. In fact, he had been taken aback by the rush of affection when he’d told her he wasn’t going to try to find Rigel. The last time Draco met Harry Potter, he had been aware of her feelings for him. ~If you never bleed you’re never gonna grow…~
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