“you’re insufferable, that’s what you are”
there is amusement in potter’s voie, and drao missed that, the sound of his voie when he’s hy he wishes he didn’t
potter starts to walk again, and drao rosses his arms, s it around potter’s shoulders to keep himself from falling he buries his nose in potter’s nek, lets himself feel the warmth of potter’s skin and allows himself this one minute of weakness and selfishness, beause, he promises, this will be the st time
he wants to kiss potter’s nek
instead, he says, “let me down”
potter turns his head, looks at him from the orner of his eye “bsp;you walk?”
“yeah”
potter kneels down and lets go of his legs, lets him step on the ground on his own and straighten himself up immediately, potter stands and looks at him over, looks at him worriedly “are you okay?”
no his vin’s dimming again and he feels like his head’s about to burst “fine”
“you look like you’re about to throw up”
“must be your imaginan”
potter rolls his eyes and takes his arm, pulls it over his shoulder one again, they’re pressed together, whih is just as well, beause drao’s knees bukle
potter’s hand is around his waist in an instant “merlin, malfoy you an ask for help, you know,” he mutters through gritted teeth
drao’s vin lears, just a bit, and he tries to straighten his legs one more
potter’s voie is near his ear and it’s soft “you an ask me for help”
and drao, in his delirium, replies, just as soft “i know”
he knows
the astle halls are quiet when they pass through them gone are the students, and the only noise that eho are their footsteps and heavy breathing drao spends the trip trying to fous on keeping himself awake so muh that it takes a while for him to notie that they’re already in front of a very familiar stone wall
he ughs, a quiet ughter of disbelief “potter, why do you know the way to the slytherin ommon room?”
potter grins at him “trade serets” he nudges his hin towards the wall “i’ll tell you when we get inside bsp;you stand now?”
drao does he doesn’t think he an do it for very long, but damn if he’s going to keep hanging off of potter forever “we?”
potter’s smile gets bigger, and drao urses his heart for feeling whatever it is that it’s feeling must be the nausea
potter rummages through his robe pokets, gets his wand in one and a small piee of loth in the other with a swish and flik, the piee of loth transforms into a huge loak, sparkling like the night sky he throws it around himself, and drao tries hard not to stare dumbly at the spot where potter one stood
of ourse, potter would have an invisibility loak
“you little bugger”
a hukle ehoes in the dungeons “what’s the password?”
potter is in the slytherin dungeons
potter is in his room
granted, he’s had potter in his room before, but not…in slytherin
the shok and utter ridiulousness of it has drao walking straight towards his bed to lie down and rest his ahing head there are a lot of gaps in his memory, and trying to make sense of everything that led them here isn’t doing him any favours
there’s a sound of a bed reaking, and drao an imagine that potter’s gone and made himself at home on the other,bed
that one had been goyle’s
drao sighs, rubs his hand over his fae, and then keeps it there “how did you know i was in the forbidden forest?”
potter’s voie is sheepish “i have this map that tells me where everybody is in the astle”
drao snorts, shaking his head in inredulity “you ertainly have a lot of things, don’t you?” he kiks his boots off and, unaring of how muddy the ends of his robes are, puts his feet up on the bed and arranges himself so that he an look at potter while keeping his throbbing head lying down he’ll sify his sheets ter
“yeah, well, you don’t beat voldemort empty-handed”
potter is leaning bak on his arms, keeping his feet and his own dirty boots firmly pnted on the floor
“are you gloating?”
《宅书屋》om
