Каме может, и я смогу
"Not that Draco wanted to hang out with Potter. Please. But they were co-workers, fellow Aurors, and Draco had learned to tolerate the man. Potter could have come here and they could have tolerated each other the whole night. That wouldn’t be a problem. But bringing work to his flat when Draco had other things to do was just cruel."
"The second time Harry Potter appeared on his doorstep, Draco was quite miffed and quite surprised. Potter had a bottle of wine in one hand and a paper bag in the other. The paper bag smelled liked dinner. Draco raised his eyebrows, more out of hunger produced by the nice dinner-y smell than surprise, but Potter hurried to explain himself.
"I thought you'd like us to ... er ... tolerate each other. I'm a very good tolerator. And I'm eager to learn new ways of tolerating. If you know any. So, um, want to tolerate me?"
Draco stared, perplexed. "What on earth are you on about, Potter?" he snapped, grabbing the paper bag. Just in case Potter decided to leave."
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"The second time Harry Potter appeared on his doorstep, Draco was quite miffed and quite surprised. Potter had a bottle of wine in one hand and a paper bag in the other. The paper bag smelled liked dinner. Draco raised his eyebrows, more out of hunger produced by the nice dinner-y smell than surprise, but Potter hurried to explain himself.
"I thought you'd like us to ... er ... tolerate each other. I'm a very good tolerator. And I'm eager to learn new ways of tolerating. If you know any. So, um, want to tolerate me?"
Draco stared, perplexed. "What on earth are you on about, Potter?" he snapped, grabbing the paper bag. Just in case Potter decided to leave."
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