Thatpartiurquestiondoesn’tourtohimrightaway.Atfirst,he’stoobusyomingtotermswiththeoofapersonthrowingupflowerstoworryaboutwhatkindofflowerstheyare;ter,heperhapsassumes—withouteveronsiouslythinkingaboutit—thatit’srandom,orlinkedinsomeobsurewaytothevitim’spersonality.
“No,”saysHermione.“Theliliesaresignifiant,eithertohimortohisbeloved.That’showitusuallyworks,withHanahaki.It’salwaysaflowerthathasmeaningtooneorbothofthem.”
ThatsendsthegearsinHarry’sheadspinning.He’sbeentryingtoavoidspeutingaboutwhothe“beloved”is.Draodoesn’twanthimtoknow.Harryhimselfdoesn’tthinkhewantstoknow,mostofthetime.Buthean’thelpit.Everylueheuhsisanotherrakinhisfaadeofdisi,andbeforelong,he’swrakinghisbrainsforananswer.
It’ssomeoneDrao’sknownsinehewaseleven,atleast.MaybeafellowHogwartsstudent;that’stheobviousandmostlikelypossibility.Butitouldbesomeonewhodoesn’tattendHogwarts,agmorousfriendDraoseesduringhisfamily’sholidaysinFrane.Itouldevenbeateaher,whih,eurgh.
It’ssomeonewhomDraoassoiateswithlilies,orforwhomlilieshavesomekindofsignifiane.Ofourse,asHermionetellshim,liliesareflowersofdeathandm,usedinfuneralserviesandmemorials…andjustabouteveryoneDraoknowsameofageinwartime.Ifliliesholdmeaningtothebeloved,thatdoesn’tnarrowthingsdownmuhatall.
It’ssomeonewhoseretionshipwithDraohanged,irrevoably,whenDraowassixteen.Maybehe’dhadafallingoutwiththeobjetofhisaffetion.Ormaybethatpersonhadfalleninlovewithsomeoneelse.Thisevent,whateveritwas,triggeredDrao’sdisease.
HarryrunsthroughamentalheklistofalltheSlytherinsandtheoddRavenwDraousedtobeseenwithregurly,butDraohadpushedawayalmosteveryoneduringsixthyear,forentirelyunromantireasons.Anyofthosepeopleould’vebeentheperson.AndDraoisbisexual,whihdoublesthepoolofpotentialandidates.
BroodingonallthebeautifulgirlsandboysthatmighthaveaughtDrao’seyeisatiring,frustratingexerisethatleavesHarrywantingtoshedhisskinlikeanithysweater,orpossiblybreakthings.
Draonoties.Ofoursehedoes.DraoalwaysnotiesthethingsHarrywisheshewouldn’t.
They’vepikedashadyspotintheourtyardtoresearh.Draoiswasindustriouslyasever,butrightnow,readingaboutallthedeathsandmutationsandvariousotherhorriblefatespeoplehaveenduredprovestoomuhforhisnervestohandle.Hedoesn’tspeak,he’dneverompin,butsomethinginhisfaeorhisbodynguagemustbetrayhim.
DraobroahesthesubjetofHarry’sillhumorwithharateristitat.
“Whoshovedabroomstikupyourarsetoday,Potter?”hedrawls.
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