“potter, i am immensely displeased,” he pratially hissed as he realized who had run into him. “do you know how muh this shirt ost?”
harry’s eyes didher to sahe bak of whih was i is going on?” he mao fore h his voal ords.
“oh, you mean why you’re in pain? holy potter, what were you doihe bond kik i?” drao surveyed harry’s slightly hunhed over form.
&op.” harry rasped.
drao rolled his eyes and stepped forward, his hand grudgingly finding its way under harry’s shirt to the skin just below his bellybutton.
harry blihe pain disappeared. “gd that’s over,” he muttered.
“are you?” drao quipped, raising an eyebrow in annoyane. “i hope you keep that attitude for the hour and a half.”
“what?”
“we have a newly formed bo will take time for that to be paified enough to let us leave the other alone. see, i’ll show you.”
ao hide his glee, drao slipped his hand out from underh harry’s shirt. said boy bhe slight buriain. he looked at drao etant look as the other boy hesitated to repe the hand, but he finally did so when harry, oo niely, kiked him.
& i mean?” drao drawled.
“why wasn’t i ihis?” harry spoke, his tone ausing.
&’s information that the veriae knows a.” was the simple and haughty answer. “now, potter, do you think you might be able t bak towards my room as i do he idea of my fellow ssmates finding us in this position?”
harry he two began to walk ieps bak towards the medusa portrait.
one bak inside, drao moved them towards ohe ouhes in his study (greeher of ourse). “start talking, potter, you’ve got an hour aes.”
“talking about what?” harry shot bak.
& got you into this situation,” was the answer.
& me thi think i know enough about the malfoy lio aion of how veriae blood got—”
“not about that, potter, about this,” drao moved his hand away from harry momentarily to ae.
harry sighed slightly a ould to expin. “i was in the middle of a da meeting—”
“what?”
anh. “the da. dumbledore talked to you about it-”
“ht, i remember le defehat you started that i thought lete waste of my time. that da.”
harry blinked as drao spoke as though he was remembering a trip to diagon ally. oh, that trip. i remember i went and bought this, that, aher…
“anyere just starting a six-way duel—”
“you what? are you razy?” drao pratially shrieked.
“what are you talking about?”
“you an’t do that, you moron! he bond set.” drao looked ausingly at harry.
“it’s ontrolled—” harry started to expin, but drao wasing.
“you’re just up and allowihrow urses at you! merlin, how stupid a?”
harry fought the urge to groan. “ me,” he poi helpfully.
“prihing,” drao spat bak venomously
“whatever.”
drao’s eyes ly. “then i’ll just go to bed now.” he drawled, and moved bak away from harry.
“don’t you dare stop touhing me!”
“potter, do you kn that sound—”
“shut up, malfoy!”
drao smirked triumphantly aurned his hand to its inal spot. “the ohe bond will allow you to duel with like that is me,” he poier a few seonds worth of silene.
“oh that’s a relief,” harry muttered. “beause i would really like to hex yht about now.”
drao merely raised an eyebrow in response, looking eerily like his father for a moment or two. “you may find that harder than you think, potter. remember that.”