“how do you not know?”
“we’re doihing, but whether it’s a date or not is still up frabs.”
“oh.” hermiohink about that for a mihen i wish you luk ourns out to be.”
harry grinned. “hopefully i wo, right?”
that saturday daw had all winter and gringly bright. the feeling was almost iious as students throughout hogwarts dressed warmly f the streets of hogsmeade. harry, guessing that ron would be bouning off the walls ie fryffindor tower before breakfast, leaving drao in the shower.
harry was right, rohe other boys had lo to alm ron down. the redhead pratially attaked harry whehe dorm.
“harry! what am i going to do! or wear! and what if i at like a jerk and—”
harry shared a suffering look with the other boys whd not to be in harry’s shht now.
drao was thinking muh along the same lines as ron, but in a mnified mahe oo hear his mutterings was a mirror. she had wathed unimpressed as drao had taken most, if not all, of the lothes out of his loset ahem around the room. ahed as he proeeded to pae betwee had formed, disardier item f “not good enough”.
“why don’t you lose your eyes, pik a shirt, arousers to math?” the mirror asked irritated.
drao fixed her with a gre that trao “what ould a mirror know?”.
“hun, i’ve been here for years. i’ve been in every dorm possible ahis mess over and over. believe me, everyoually gets to that point. so why don’t you save yourself a whole lot of trouble, paing, and weari in worry?”
drao did she mirror…and thehe shirt.
& was already underway when drao leased with how he looked araditional slytherin robes over his outfit. perfet.
“you look l. now washe mirror asked. drao shre at the mirror aering about refletive gss that koo muh.
hogsmeade was always bustling with people, a-over old from the height of wihihem. so it was with a little diffiulty that harry made his way through the rowded room of three broomstiks to the bak where the private booths were. madam rosmerta had smiled warmly at him aowards the booth that was tuked i of the way orh a, “he’s waiting for you.”
&hemselves were something enius to harry. they were ped arous of the room with onealiie-me-not, and privay harms o were keyed to the people that wao use them. regur ustomers wouldhey were there and so it erfet for his and drao’s…whatever-it-was.
drao had already ordered two butterbeers and was loungiably on his hair, looking out at the patrons who ouldhing them. harry he seemed ied iable in partiur as he slid i opposite drao.
“i know that look,” harry observed.
drao’s eyes flikered to him and then bak. “what look?”
“you’re plottihing. what?”
“i’m thinking of ways to embarrass crabe ter. he old me he was ied i.”
harry looked over aheriting i was a little more than friendly.
“well, you didn’t tell him about being a veriae and me, did you?”
drao had the grae to look unomfortable. “no, but that’s different.”
harry was onfused. “how?”
“i don’t know. but i’ll thihing.”
harry just ughed and took a sip of butterbeer.
ro worried as he turo hermione. “you k seen harry aoday. are you sure he was ok with this?”
hermione smiled. “yes, ron, i’m sure. he had someohe day with.”
ron’s eyes wide. “really?”
“really.”
a omfortable silene had fallewo boys, and harry ime had strethed iernoon, when drao said, “i don’t hate you anymore, you know.”
&hat followed was not as omfortable. “i don’t hate you aher.” harry fihinking a bit and then adding. “in fat, i think i might like you.”
he looked up to find silver eyes looking at him with a strange expressioimes… i’m ’s me or the veriae who likes you,” drao said slowly, “but it’s beomiihe two of them.”