“Idon’tthinkyou’reallowedtodothatinhere,”Hesays,finally,whenshe’sgonethroughhalfapakandthebuttsaresuretobelitteringthegroundoutside,fallingontounsuspetingmuggles.“Seemslikeahazard.”

Hefounditdisgusting,atually.Itsmelled,andevenifshethoughttoleavethewindowopen,thesmokewouldstay.“That’sfunny,Drao.”Shestaredathimoverthetopofhermagazine,andhenotiedforthefirsttimehowmuhheavierhermakeuphadgotten.Stillpretty,butnowshewasmakingitnotieable,likeglitteringwitheverytwistandturnwasherversionofarmor.“ButIdon’trememberasking.”

Penelopeheksinonhimpersonally,andLunaomestoshowhimtheeditiontotheQuibbler(shehadtakenoverintheabseneofherfather,andduetosomeinflueneofbothHermioneandGinny,itwasnowsomethingofanaademimarvel,printingallkindsofthingsaboutnewspellsandmedialadvasandreportsongerousreaturesthataren’tatuallythatgerous),spreadingthemagazineoutinfrontofhimandaskingforhisadvieontheformatting.“Hagrid’sarespetedbreedernow?Ofwhat?”

“Bstendedskrewts,”Sheanswered,lookingupfromdrawingonhisdarkmark,sonowthatinsteadofasnake,itlookedlikeitwasspittingoutmouthfulsofflowerpetals.“They’vebeomequitepopuroverinEgypt.”

LeeJoromesforaninterview,whihDraosaysnoto,andthenstaystoeathiswaythroughthepileofhootefrogsonDrao’sbedsidetable.DeanandSeamusshowuptopopinandwishhimwell,butleavetoofastforarealoion.EvenGinnydropsin,holdingasquawkingTeddyonherhipanddroppinghimintoDrao’sarmsthefirsthaneshegets,imingthatshe’stootiredtodosoforevenanothermoment.

Geeomes,too,eventhoughhedoesn’ttalk,justsitsinthatsamehairandstares,oasionallyansweringwhenDraoaskshimadiretquestions,butthat’salright.Draolikesthequiet.

It’sthethirddaybeforeHermioneshowsup,herhairpulledbakintoabraidthatwasalreadystartingtofallout.Shedoesn’tsayanything,justedgesintotheroomwithherhandspreadarossherribs,andDraowasremindedofeveryone’smentionsofhowsoreshewas.“Hey.”Hesootsbakintothebedsoheisrestingagainsttheheadboard.“Howareyoufeeling?”

“Oh,Drao,”Shesays,movingherhandfromherribstooverhermouthandstaringathim,eyeswide.Hebarelyhastimetothinkabouthoweasilysheriesbeforesheisburstingoutintears,sinkingdownintothehairbesidehisbedandbawlingintoherhands,lettingouthithinglittlegaspsthatremindedhimofhowmuhitmusthurthertobreathe.“I’msorry—”Sheshookherhandsoutinfrontofherlikethatmightalmherdown,winingatthemovement.“IpromisedIwouldn’tdothis,Itoldmyself,Isaid,hedoesn’tneedthis,Hermione,you’rejustgoingintohaveanievisit,but—”Sheletsherselflookathimagainandburstsintotears,thistimewheezingwiththeeffortofontinuingtotakeindeepbreaths.“Oh,Drao.”

Hewasstupidnottohaveexpetedthis.“Hermione.”Heholdsanarmouttoherbutsheistoofarawaytogiveherahugandheannotbringhimselftogetupfromthebed.Itwouldjusthurttoomuh,andhe’sprettysuretheeffortwouldmakeherburstintotearsagain.“It’snotyourfault.”

“Howoulditnotbe?”Shewailed,andthevolumemakeshimwine.“YouonlygothurtbeauseIwastoostupidtonotiewhatwashappening.”

“Whywouldyouhaveexpetedanythinglikethattohappen?”Draodemanded,hisownvoielimbingandbeominginreasinglyhigherpithed.“WewereintheMinistryofMagi!”

“It’snotlikethey’vestoppedbadthingsfromhappeningbefore!”Sheshotbak,andthiswasfamiliar,easy.“They’reallterribleattheirjobs,holy.”

Herommentwasderisive,andfunny,andthenDraowasughingandouldnotstopeventhoughithurt.Afteramomentofwathinghim,Hermionesmiled,justasmallesttwithofthelips.“Youarealright,aren’tyou?”Sheasked,whenitwasalloverandhehadalmedhimselfdown.“Iwouldfeelterribleifyouweren’talright.”

“I’mfine.”Hewasn’t.Everythinghurtbeausetheywouldn’thealhimanyfurther,andpeoplekeptdroppingineventhoughhewastiredandwouldrathersleep,whihmadehimfeellikeanawfulperson,andallthepotionshehadtodrinktastedawful.“BebetterifHarrydroppedin,though.”

Hestillhadn’tstoppedtosayhello.Everytimeheheardthedooropened,helooksupexpetingtoseehimandisdisappointedalloveragain.Atthisrate,hebetterbeomingupwithaverygoodexuseastowhyhehasn’tbeenhereyet.

“Harry’s…”Shehesitated,andheouldtellshewasdeidingwhihsidetogowith—DraoorkeepingHarry’strust.“He’sgettingsomethingdone,Drao.Somethingweallshouldhavetakenareof,alongtimeago.”

“Somethingimportant?”

Hermionewaswathinghimwithsadeyes.“Hethinksso.”

“Moreimportantthanme?”

“Oh,Drao.Idon’tthinkthere’sanythingHarryfindsmoreimportantthanyou,tely.”Hermionestoodupwithanotherwineandgatheredherbagoverhershoulder,leaningdowntogivehimahugbeforesheleaves.“Iexpetthat’spartofthereasonhe’sdoingit.”

Allinall,bythetimetheeveninghealeromesintogivehimhistenightpotionthatsendshimoffintoadreamlesssleep,he’sgrateful.

Whenhewakes,itisdark,butheisertainthatthereissomeonewathinghim.

“Hello?”Hefumblesforhiswandonthebedsidetableandonlysueedsinknokingittothefloor.“Who’sthere?”

“Rex.”ThelightfresonandDraoomesfaetofaewiththestpersonhethoughthewouldseesittingvigilathisbedside—RonWeasley.“It’sonlyme.”

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