“Psst,Drao,”Pansyhissed.“Wanttomakeabet?”
Draoarhedaneyebrowatherdevioussmileandthewayshewasurlingherfingerunderherhin.
“I’mgood,”hedelined.
“Butyouhaven’tevenheardityet.”
“Idon’tneedto.”
“WhatifitinvolvesgettingintoPotter’spants?”shesmirked.Draoshotheradarklook.
“Hey,you’renotmakinganybetsinvolving…Harry’spants,”Weasleysaid.“Espeiallynotyou,”headded,pointingatDrao.
“What’sthatsupposedtomean?”Draoasked,inredulously.
“Let’sjust—Nobets,okay?”Grangersaid,herhandsoutstrethedbetweenherboyfriendandDrao,asifshewastryingtopreventthemfromjumpingoutoftheirseatsandstartaduel.
“Whatever,”Draomuttered,rossinghisarmsinfrontofhishest.
“Aw,don’tpout,Drao.I’msurethere’llbeplentyofhanestogetintoPotter’spants,”Bisesniggered,pattingDrao’sshoulder.Sazar’sballs!Thiseveninghadbeenamistake.Heshouldhavejuststayedathome…
“WhatdidImiss?”Potteraskedashesatdownagain.
“Nothing,”Draosaidhastily.HeturnedtoPotter,tryingtomakesurenobodyelseaughthisattentionandfilledhimin.Hiseffortwasredunt,herealised,sinePotter’seyeswerealreadyfixedonhim.
“Here,Ibroughtyouanother,”hesaid,Draothewineinhishand.
“Ireallyshouldn’t,”Draosaid,immediatelywrenhingthegssoutofPotter’sgripandtakingaswig.
“O-kay,”Pottersaid,soundingseptialandamusedatthesametime.“Ithinkyoushoulddrinkthisontheside.”HepedagssofwaterinfrontofDrao,asifitwasn’tabigdeal.And…ofourseitwasn’t.Itwasjustwater.Andyet,Draostaredatitinwonder.
“Whatareyounow,myhaperone?”hesaid,unabletowithholdateasingsmile.
“Youlooklikeyouneedone,”Potterquipped.“Although,‘haperone’isn’tquitewhatIwasgoingfor.”
“Oh?”Drao’sheadwasswimming.DrinkingandbeingthislosetoPotterreallywasn’tagoodombination.
“Beingahaperoneistoo…restriting.”Potterfshedhimanirritatinglyutesmile.
“Don’tdothat,”Draosaid,furrowinghisbrows.