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“Why aren’t you eating?” he asked. “Surely, you haven’t brought all this just for me?”

“Oh.” Potter bit his lip and suddenly looked…weird. Almost insecure.

“Go on,” Draco said, leaning forward and nudging his plate closer to him. Potter’s eyes immediately darted…where? Oh. Draco cleared his throat and rearranged his dressing gown, covering his exposed collarbone. “You’re making me nervous, sitting there without eating anything.” Well, at least half of that sentence was true.

Potter slowly nodded and reached across the table for the scrambled eggs. Draco noticed how unenthusiastic he looked, apparently lost in thought. He noticed too late that Potter was peeking right back at him and quickly turned his attention to his own plate.

“You just admitted I make you nervous,” Potter said, and Draco could practically hear his grin.

He bit his tongue, hoping he wasn’t blushing. If only Potter knew. “I’ll also admit you’re giving me a headache. You seem to be awfully happy about causing bad reactions.”

“Feeling nervous isn’t always bad.”

Before Draco could stop himself, his eyes darted up to Potter’s. For one fleeting moment, Draco thought he saw something there, something that made him inhale sharply.

“Speaking of your outstanding traits,” Potter said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “It was kinda impolite, the way you ran off last night.”

“I did not run off,” Draco said defensively.

“Either way, I thought it was a shame you didn’t stay longer.”

Draco couldn’t help but feel suspicious. This felt like a trap. But he couldn’t see where Potter was going with this, yet; he only felt sure the goal was to embarrass him. And post- cock-gate-Draco really wasn’t up for any more embarrassment.

“We’re not talking about last night,” he said, already feeling the heat rise to his cheeks.

“Relax, Draco,” Potter chuckled. “I know you didn’t touch me up intentionally.”

True. It was true. Still, Draco felt like he was hiding a dirty little secret. Which, technically, he was.

“Good, as long as we’re clear on that,” he said, grabbing more raspberries. “I would never touch you intentionally.” Even though Draco had always taken great pride in being an excellent liar, he wasn’t sure if his face was betraying him just then. Judging from Potter’s look, at least, something wasn’t right.

“Of course,” he muttered, poking at his eggs. Draco cleared his throat. The atmosphere in the room had suddenly shifted, making Potter’s presence more uncomfortable. If that was even possible. A part of Draco just wanted to kick him out. Another part wanted to cling to him and never let go. Never let it be said Draco Malfoy can’t compromise.

“So,” he said, sending his and Potter’s cup back into the kitchen for a refill with a wave of his hand, “with what kind of momentous activities are you occupying yourself, now that you’re not the Ministry’s lapdog anymore?”

Potter let out a humourless laugh. “Mainly enjoying that I’m not the Ministry’s lapdog anymore. Even though it wasn’t like that.”

“Oh?”