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I really can't stay
The fire roaring in Potter’s living-room filled every inch with warmth. It chased away the dark shadows that seemed linger around every portrait, and even those lingering in Draco’s mind. As he sipped his cup of tea, he tried to think of why it was he shouldn’t stay.
I’ve got to go away
Their fingers touched, as they both reached for the teapot. There was a lot of blushing and chuckling, but it was nice. It was the first time since the war someone had actually touched him and didn’t recoil.
This evening has been
So very nice
In fact, Potter had been so kind to him on more occasions than just tonight. It was partly why Draco had felt encouraged to seek him out on this cold and lonely evening.
My mother will start to worry
My father will be pacing the floor
With his parents gone, there was hardly anyone left in his life he could depend on. Or at the very least there wasn’t anyone he could confide in, or share tea with.
So really I'd better scurry
But with the way Potter was looking at him now, Draco knew he’d made the right choice to stay. And as their lips hesitantly brushed together...he knew he wouldn’t be leaving til morning.
Well maybe just a half a drink more
Besides...What was one more cuppa?
Baby, it’s cold outside.