ially, drao was at a loss for words. he was was the uhe fat that potter had left hem. maybe it was somethihe two. all he ould do was orate and atively fous on a small fiber of something aught in the purple shag oat on harry’s shoulder.
& want to think about how harry’s frustrated reatiohing inside of him, or how messed up that made him feel. drao k love was. he k meahered to someoheir happiness ahere were those he loved like his mother or pansy. he knew of desire, of building up to the edge of oblivioerier a moment of its touh. le would state that what draht have felt i was hate toward eah reed. suh a powerful emotiored had few faets, to oributie, ae dismantlihat person both loved and desired before their very eyes. as he’d ome to ua moment, drao’s feelings for harry werely love, desire, or hate but instead a maddening ombination of all three, aying onstant, always hanging with the fliker of a stare or the wit off a tongue.
&hreads he saw that oed them seemed to prove his poihey’d hahey treed, or somehow omforted the other.
“well?” harry breathed.
“i think you ko that.” drao met his eyes. “i think you’ve known for a while, you just ouldn’t admit it.”
harry let go of drao and turned away. “osed to mean?”
the loss of ontat almost hurt. “i’m not a bloody mier, how the fuk would i know what goes on in your sar-addled head?” drao rolled his eyes and shook his head. he ell harry the truth, ao keep a level head. “beause if i’m not in opposition to you, then it must mean, on some level, i’m with you.” drao wathed as harry’s hest rexed, shiftihing rhythmi and more even. his alm seemed to reah aross the room and pull drao toward him.
&imes,” harry started to say but stopped. he turned a drao, who almost gasped at the disillusio he found withiimes it feels like i khing about you, a feels—” he shook his head “—it just feels like it will never be enough.”
“i’m ursed,” drao rushed out. he thought briefly it might’ve been harry’s raelled him to tell one of his st serets. harry’s eyes weook a step toward drao, who shook his head and bit his lip. “there were six of us ursed,” he expined. “granger inluded.”
harry grabbed drao’s hand. “what sort of urse? are you two in ger?”
“eah urse is different, i an’t speak for hers, but mi’s hard to expin. it’s like i ahe threads between people.”
potter was quiet f time, but his hand remained firmly ed around drao’s. “so all that fate haviogether,” potter started.
“turns out it’s not nonsense.”
“so these threads,” potter said. “there’s one oing us?”
“you ould say that,” was all dra himself to say. how ould he tell harry? how ould he fio expi threads he’d seehat tethered them to eah other?
potter spoke up so drao wouldo. “is it beause of the ase? we’re meant to do this together?” drao knew his fae was betraying him. “hen.”
drao deided to expin what he uood abeies. “i dohem all the time. they appear is where the oio or simply lose. there are threads for past li, ahreads for love, hate, or rather —variations of light aakes a bit of time tradients, the olors, and their meaning.” drao took a breath. “i think—beause i’m a person with my own oions, not an outside fore—i feel pulled to ertain threads, drawn forward to at in servie of my own iable design.”
“so there are multiple threads between us?” potter took a step loser. drao ould barely breathe. suddenly they were i and all he ould fous on was the ferveny in paze.
“past,” drao nodded.
“i’d imagier’s lips quirked.
&.” drao swallowed. he ouldn’t haze any loared at the threads oihe array a blooming dispy of magi fores. potter looked down, follaze. he spread his hand on drao’s hest. the otter’s touh almost burned him. a brief pause, and potter looked up into drao’s eyes and drao wasn’t sure who said, “future?”
&here so l at eah other with iion. drao realized he was leaning, losiween them, physially, emotionally, he’d never dreamed of being that lose to harry potter ier’s eyes fluttered, and drao thought maybe.
“harry,” he whispered.
potter’s eyes shot open. “is that a phed and pushed dra to the orhe re window. “is it inquollis aniorpus?”
“i don’t know,” drao aknowledged. “give me a momehe blood rushes bak to my brain.”
potter’s eyes darted to drao’s roth. he flushed aoas he embarrassed? ashamed? potter’s form seemed te the tall, leafy flora. “we have to get bak for the ransom drop.”
“not if we ous to fix this mess!”
“you must knoe an’t do that! we ahing. doer poihe rge potted pnt. it was all as