阅读设置(推荐配合 快捷键[F11] 进入全屏沉浸式阅读)

设置X

分卷阅读15(1 / 2)

“Thankyou.”Harry’seyesareear,searhingDrao’sfaeforsomething.“IwantedyoutoknowhowmuhImeanthat.”

“It’snoproblem.”Draoistryingtobenonhant.Hedoesnotknowwhy.Maybeit’sadefensemehanism.“Youmeanalottome.”

Stupid.

It’sastupidthingtosay,butHarry’svoiegetsevensofter,ifthatwaspossible.“Youmeanalottome,too.”

“Iwouldhopeso.”Behthetable,Draodigshisnailsintohisthigh,triestopushthroughtheahethathadsuddenlysprungintohishest.“Idon’tlimbintobathtubswithjustanyman,youknow.”

Itwas,admittedly,averyunsubtlewayoffeelingoutwheretheystandfromstnight,butitworks.Thetension(andthelookinHarry’seyes,whateveritmeant)disappears,andsuddenlyHarryisughingharderthanDraohadeverheardhim,andDraoan’thelpit,hestartsughing,too.“Thatwassobloodyweird.”Harryagrees,finally,andthemomentshouldbeoverbutheisstillstaringatDraowiththatfondexpressionandhestillhashishandonDrao’sarm.“Drunkpeople,huh?”

Draosmiles,relieved,andthenpullshishandaway,tryinghardtohaseoffthefeelingthathewasmissingsomething.“Drunkpeople.”

Harry

He’sgoneforallofthreeminutes.

It’sallHarry’sfault,really.Helefthissarfatthetable,andwhenDraotoldhimtogobakandgetit,thathe’dbefinewaitingoutsideinthealley,hebelievedhim.Andthenwhenheamebakout,Draowasgone,buttherewastheunmistakablesoundofafightomingfromaroundtheorner.

There’sthreeofthem,andthenthere’sDrao.It’snotevenafight,really,justabeatdown,withtwooftheboysholdinghiminpeandtheotherjustwailingonhim,sendingpunhafterpunh.There’sbloodstreamingfromDrao’snose,andautabovehiseyes,andmoredribblingfromlip.Hisoatisgoneandshirtsleeveisripped,andwhentheyfinallygivehimabreak,Draooughsandspluttersthroughthepainuntilheanbreatheagain.

“What’sthematter?”Theoneasks,grabbingDraobythehairandwrenhinghisheadup,fhimtolookathim.Draospitsinhisfae,andtheguybakhandshim,makinghimfalltotheground.“Nodaddyheretosaveyounow.Where’syourdaddy,huhDrao?Telluswherehewent.”

Harrydoesn’tknowifDraowasgoingtokeepfighting,orifhewasreallygoingtogivein,stayontheground.Hedoesn’tfindout,justrunsdownthealleywayuntilhegetstothem,wandheldoutandreadytofight.

“Getawayfromhim.”Hisvoieissteady,butmorefrantithanHarryhadeverheardit.Hewasn’teventhispanikedfaingdownVoldemort.(TomRiddle.)(Damnit.)(Hewasjustaman,treathimlikeone.)“You’vegotthreeseonds.”

“Ohyeah?”Theonewhowasdoingthepunhingturnedaroundtofaehim,obviouslyexpetingsomeonewhowasmoreeasilysared.“Andwho’sgoingtomakeus?”

There’snotmanyoasionsinwhihHarryisgratefulthatheiswhoheis.Thistime,though,heilluminateshiswandsotheyouldseehisfae,andsmileswhentheireyesdartuptoseehissar.“HarrybloodyPotter,that’swho,”Hesays,andstepsforwardtogiveDraoahandup,wishinghehadomeupwithsomethingbetter.“Andyou’remessingwithmyfriend.”

上一章 目录 +书签 下一页