HeseemedtobewaitingforsomesortofreationonDrao’spart,andDraofelthorriblylikehewasfailingsomesortofatest.Heputsthebookdownandthegetstohisfeet,likehemightatuallybethinkingaboutwalkingoverandgivingHarryahug,ofallthestupidideas.ButthenHarryleavestheroomentirely,andDraofollows.
Harryiskikingthehair.Repeatedly.Andthenheissittinginit,hunhedoverwithhiselbowsonhisknees,handsyankingathishair.Andthenhe’sstaringupatDraolikehemightfindsomeomfortthere,thefaeofsomeonewhohasreahedtheirbreakingpoint.“Itneverends,doesit?”Hesoundslikehehasbeendrainedofeverystdropofmotivation,likefinallyaftereverything,Seamuswillbetheonewhobreakshim.“Itjustbringsmorepain.”
“It’llstop.”Draosays,wifthisishelpful,wifheshouldleaveHarrytoworkthroughthisonhisown.“We’vejustgotalongwaytogo.”
Harrystaresathimforamomentandthenhestands,andforhalfamomentDraothinksheisleavingbeausewhathesaidwaswrong,wasuive,andhe’salreadyhalfwaytoapologizingwhenHarryre-enterstheroomwhileshruggingonhisoat.“Ineedadrink.”AndjustbeforeDraoanstartwthatithadbeenhimthatdrovehimawayfromhisownhome,Harryturnsaroundonesttime,raisinganeyebrowwithsomethingthatmighthavebeenimpatiene.“Youoming?”
Draodoesn’thesitate.
Harry
Draodoesnotreallyfitwiththepeoplehere,butsineHarryhadstarteddragginghimalongtoeverythingashisplusone,noonethoughttoargue,justorderedanotherroundofdrinksandsaiditwasonthetwoofthem.
“Youdidn’ttellmeitwasgoingtobeeverybody.”Draosaid,butdoesn’targue,justthrowshisoatoverthehairandrollshissleevesuptotheelbowinthewaythathean’tknowHarrylikes.“It’snotreallymype.”
“You’refine,”Harrytellshimbak,andheis.Truthfully,Harrydidn’tknowthateveryonewouldbehere,butmaybetheyshouldhave.Thisiswhattheyalwaysdidafterthewar,throughthereportsandthetrialsandtherebuildingandthegrief,findabaranddrinkuntiltheyan’tstandontheirown.Maybeitwasabadwayofdealingwiththings,butitwastheonlytimesheouldrememberbeinghappyinthattimerightaftertheyear,andtheydeservedahanetobeyounganddumb,justforafewmonthsoftheirlife.
It’sallofthem.RonandHermioneareataboothsharingapteoffriesthatherofthemareeating,andGinnyandLunaareslowingintheornertothesongontheradio,nevermindthereportersnappingpituresofthem.Nevillehadfoundhiswaytothebar,andGeewasrightbesideDrao,wherehehadalreadyseemedtobehalfwaydowntheroadtobeingadrunkenmess.Padmaandhersisterarethere,too,thespaebesidethemremindingthemallofLavender,whoshouldhavebeenherewiththembutstillwon’tleaveherhousebeauseofthesarring.Andthat’sjusttheonesloseenoughforHarrytosee.
“Iheard.”Geesays,beingthefirstonetobreakthesileneabo
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