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Now things weren’t computing for Draco. “Wait, Potter saved me?”

“Apparently so, although the why of the matter still eludes me.”

“He doesn’t love me.”

“You’re so sure of that?”

“He hates me.”

Lucius looked at his son pointedly. He already knew that.

“One night isn’t going to change years’ worth of feelings.”

“Maybe.” Came Lucius’s response, but the older Malfoy was thinking. Something in what Draco had said had triggered a memory of a conversation he’d had with the Dark Lord a month or so before the “Department of Mysteries” incident. Something about impulses… but he couldn’t remember why that was important at this moment in time so he returned to Draco, pushing the memory back into the recesses of his mind to ponder over later.

“You’ll have to see him today.”

“We have classes together.”

“Not for classes, Draco. You’ll need to work things out with him today. He’s had long enough to mull it over anyway; you might as well talk about your situation.”

“What situation? And why has he had time to ‘mull it over’?”

Lucius’s eyebrow rose. “Draco, exactly how much of that book did you skim over?”

Draco at least had the modesty to look bashful. “Everything after—”

“After you found out about the Aspectus and what it meant.” Lucius finished with an air of disappointment. “You figured you would never have a mate and therefore it wouldn’t apply to you.”

“Yes Father.”

“Well, Draco, then you had better ask Granger for that book back because as of three days ago, when you were on the road to suicide, you gained a mate and now you must act accordingly.”

“Three days ago?”

“You have been sleeping for three days as your body recovered. Normal humans wouldn’t have been able to survive without air for as long as you did, and even in Veriae terms you were much too close to death to survive and get up the next morning to play Quidditch.”

His father’s sarcastic tone was not lost on him. “Oh.”