Itturnsouttonotbethatbadofanight.
HespendsalotofitwithRonbythedesserttable,pilingtheirpteshighwithfood,beause,asKinglseyhadsaid,theyweresaviorsandouldeatasmuhakeastheywanted,nomatterhowmuhitosttheministry.HetalkstoDean,givingafewexlusiveommentsforhisartile,andthenheeswithLunawhileGinnywenttotalktothemanageroftheHarpies,whoshehadsaidweremyfavoriteteamever,Harry,Ihavetogetagoodwordin,takeareofLuna,willyou?
NotthatLunaneededtakenareof,butitwassometimesbetterforhertostaywithfriendssoshedidn’twanderoff,soHarryswaysbakandforthwithherinthemiddleoftheeflooruntilDraoshowsupbehindher,tappingherontheshoulderandlookingmorenervousthanHarryhadseenhiminawhile.
“Hey,Luna.”He’sshiftinghisweightfromonefoottoanother,likealltheonfidenehegainedhadbeensweptaway.“MindifIutin?”
“Oh,alright.”She’ssmiling,likesheknowssomethingtheydon’t.“Ineedtolearawayfromthegnargles,anyways.”
Draolookslikehe’sgoingtough.Hehasn’tquitemanagedtotheartoffollowingaoionwithheryet,eventhoughHarryknowshelovesLunajustasmuhashedoes,sohewaitsuntilLunahasturnedherbaktoraiseaneyebrow,andtheybothburstoutughing.
“Ididn’tneedsaving.”Harrysays,andtheyarerevolvingonthespotbynow.“She’samuhbettererthanIam.Wasn’tsteppingonmyfeetoranything.”
“Oh,I.”Draodropshishandswithaflutterandthenstepsaway,smoothinginvisiblewrinklesoutfromhissleeve.“Iwasn’ttryingtosaveyou.Ijustwantedtoe,but.”
Harrydoesn’twanttoheartherestofthesentene.“Don’tbestupid.”Hegrabshimbyhisexpensivesuitjaketandpullshimbak.“ButIshouldwarnyou.I’mareallybader.”
Draogivesalittlehuffofaugh,butifhesaysanythingelse,itgetslostinthemusi.Theystaytogetherforonesongandthenanother,longenoughforHarrytolearnexatlyhowmuhshorterDraoisthanhim(afathekeepsfetting)andmemorizetheysentofhisologne,theoneheonlywearswhenheistryingtoimpress.HeathessightofSeamusandDeantogetherarosstheroom,urvedaroundeahother,andwhentheyrotatetofaeeahotheragain,HarryanseeSeamusfshingathumbsup.He’snotsureiftheyapproveofhishoies,buttheyallseemgdthathe’sfoundaguy,evenifthatguyisaSlytherin.HeonlywishedDraowouldfeelthesameway.
“Youreallyaregoodatthis.”Harry’swhisperingintohisear,afraidofsomeoneoverhearingbutunwillingtoletitgounsaid.“Makingpeopleseethingsyourway.Makingthemseeyou.”
“It’stheonlythingI’mgoodat.”Draosays,hisvoiejustamurmur.He’sgothishandstukedunderhHarry’ssuitjaket,andnowthereistheonlythinfabriofhisdressshirtseparatingtheirskin.“Iusedtothinkthatitwasimportant.”