“Shouldn’tit?”
“No.We’renotintheManoranymore.Youdon’thavetokeepanymorefavoursformymother.You’vedoneyourpart.”
“I’mnotdoingthisforyourmother.”
“Thenwhatareyoudoingitfor?Beauseyouwanttobefriendswithme?”Draoughs,harshandderisive,andHarrytriestostopthehurtfromreepingin.“It’ssuffoating,Potter.Gobothersomebodyelsewithyourgoddamnedheroomplex.I’msurethere’salotwho’dlovetohaveyourattention.”
It’snotw.EverythingthatDraosaysstillstings.
Harrylooksaway,unabletolookatDrao’ssneeranymore,notwhenhe’sgottensousedtohisfaewithoutit.“Yes,Malfoy,Idowanttobefriendswithyou,”hemutters.Hetakesadeepbreathtoeasethetightnessinhishest.“I…thoughtwealreadywere.”
Hestandsup,readytoflee,readytolikhiswounds.“Iguessnot.”
AndDraorumplestothefloorwithadullthud.
WhenDraoomesto,Harry’stootiredfromtheonsughtofemotionshe’sbeenthroughforthedaytoexpinwhythey’resittingontheflooroftheompartment,legsfoldedinawkwardanglestofitthetightspae,andarmspressedagainsteahother.
“Welomebak,”Harrysaysinstead.“Ifixedyourfae.”
Drao’sheadisbentgerouslylosetoHarry’sshoulder.Hedoesn’tmoveit.“Myfaedoesn’tneedfixing.It’simpeable.”
ThesmileisinHarry’svoie.“Mm-hmm.”
MinervaMGonagall,nowHeadmistress,welomesallofthem.Afterdeliveringashortbutemotionalspeeh,onethatleavesmanystudentsdabbingattheireyeswiththeirsleeves,theSandtheWelomingFeastbegins.Cssesresumeasusual,withtheeighthyearsfollowingthesheduleoftheseventhyears.
Butmuhisdifferent,inludingtheunusuallyquietatmosphereoftheshool,madebythereduedstudentpoputionandthegrim,physialremindersofthewarthathadourredintheseveryhallsjustmonthsago.
Someareasarestillblokedforrepairs,withthepromisethatrepairsaretobeompletebeforeHalloween.
Thefirstmonthisthehardestofall:Studentshavelosttheirreservationsatambushingthemleftandrighttoaskforpituresandautographs.Hefindsthathean’tevenrexintheonRoomwithoutsomeonesittingtohimandaskinghimhowhe‘vanquishedtheDarkLord’.Hermione’stakentospendinglonghoursinthelibraryjusttobeabletostudyinpeae,withagrumbleofThetimesomebodydisturbsmeintheonRoom,Imightatuallyhextheirlipsoff.
Worstofall,addingtohisbuddingirritation,hean’tevengonearDraoanymorewithoutbeingblokedbyadotingfan,though,Harrythinks,thisisprobablyagoodthing.DraoneverreallyretratedwhathehadsaidbakintheHogwartsExpress,andhiswordshavedoneagoodjobinonviningHarrytogrithisteethandignoretheurgetoativelyseekoutblondhairandpaleskin.
Butevenso,atnight,withasenseofguiltgleefullylounginginhisstomah,hean’thelpbutreturntooldhabits:
LookingattheMarauders’Map.
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