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“YOU—” Draco tried to collect himself. He didn’t care for a scene right in the middle of a crowded pub. “You pretended to date someone else,” he hissed.

“What was I supposed to do?”

“What—Seriously? Why did you even do it?”

Potter scowled at the table.

“Were you going to marry him, too?” Draco scoffed. “Out of spite? Do you still have to beat me at every—”

“I wanted to make you jealous, you stupid git!”

Draco froze. Everything he had wanted to say suddenly evaporated like smoke in his mind. Jealous? Potter had wanted to make him jealous? Well, mission accomplished. But… why would—

“It was such a dumb idea,” Potter muttered, his eyes still fixed on the table. “I wasn’t even sure if it was going to work. You weren’t—You never—But I thought you might—”

Might what?

“You told me you were engaged and I snapped, okay?”

Draco wasn’t sure if he was hallucinating or not. Granted, on more than one occasion he had gotten the impression Potter might think he wasn’t unattractive, but Potter had been drunk almost every time. Draco wasn’t one to just jump to conclusions. Could he now? Was Potter really saying…he liked Draco?

“Why was me being engaged such a big deal?” Draco asked. He needed to hear it. He needed Potter to say it.

“Fuck you,” Potter spat.

“You know,” Draco said slowly, “you say that every time I ask you—”

“Because you already know! What, you want to gloat?” Potter seethed.

“I just want to know what the fuck is going on,” Draco shot back, slamming his fist down on the table.

“What?” Potter gaped at him. “You’re kidding, right?”

Draco didn’t answer, holding Potter’s gaze defiantly.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Potter threw his hands in the air, shaking his head. “Even I’m not that oblivious!”

“Are you calling me stupid?” Draco said through gritted teeth.