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“Fuck you, Potter! Nine am. I’ll send you the address.”

“Oh, I wasn’t—”

“Don’t be late.”

He turned on his heels, ready to leave when he heard Potter snigger. Oh! Oh, that bastard!

“Fuck,” Draco spluttered.

“Like I said, predictable,” Potter laughed. The snow crunched under his feet as he walked around Draco until he was facing him.

“It’s okay. You do your thing with Luna. I don’t want to intrude.”

Ugh. Draco didn’t know what he hated more, the fact that Potter had easily played him or that he was being disgustingly understanding. It made Draco want to tell him everything. He wanted Potter to see it for himself. But he couldn’t. Draco wasn’t ready. Taking Potter there would expose him.

Unless…Unless he told everybody in advance Potter was coming and they were to keep their mouths shut under all circumstances. Maybe, Potter getting a little glimpse wouldn’t be the worst thing? Draco had no idea why, but a part of him wanted to share this with Potter, let him in on the work that was so close to Draco’s heart.

“Whatever, Potter. I don’t care if you tag along or not.”

“Really?” Potter’s face lit up, which made it that much harder to take back what he had just said.

“Really,” Draco sighed.

“Alright, just owl me the address then.”

Draco watched as Potter mounted his broom and waved at him as he zoomed off.

Salazar, this better work! Draco really didn’t need any more complications in his life.

Tuesday, 21 January 2003

Complication number one: Potter was wearing that stupid wool coat again.

Complication number two: Apparently, he had tried to tame his hair.

Complication number three: Potter was good with kids.

Draco had instructed him to wait in the courtyard while he and Luna had gone inside, so Draco could show her the place. One of the teachers had soon offered to take over, to which Luna had heartily agreed, urging Draco to go back to Potter.