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Harryfrowns.Hehasn’tletgoofDrao’swristyet.Therearesomanythingshedoesn’tuand,whyDrao’slookinglikehe’sabouttopassoutanyminute,whyhe’sshingoutsomuh,andatthebakofhismind,attheverybakofhismind,thereisasmallvoiewhisperingtohimthatitalmostseemslikeDrao’s…jealous.

“Don’ttalkaboutherlikethat,”hesays,asalmlyasheantowillawaytheirritationstartingtoithunderhisskin.

Draosneers,andsuddenly,Harryishitwithasenseofsadnessthatit’sbeensuhalongtimesinehe’sseenDrao’sfaehoandopen,mouthurvedintoasmile,eyesshiningunderthebright,msun.HehatesthatDrao’ssoguarded.Again.Asifsummerneverhappened.Asifthosebananapanakessharedtogetherandwalksinthegardendidn’texist.

Hehatesthathe’sstillholdingontothem,likealovesikidiot.

“You’retheonewhowantedtotalk,Potter.”

Harrydropshiswrist,shakinghishead.Hegresbak,sowling.“Merlin,Malfoy,what’sgottenintoyou?Ijustwantedtoaskhowyou’redoing.”

“Great.Splendid.Now,willthatbeall?”Draoturnsaway,readytoleave.

“No,Malfoy—”

Draoturnshisheadbak,eyesburningwithanger,mouthurledintoasnarlashehisses:“Leavemealone.GofukWeasleyalready,ifyou’resodesperateforashag—”

Harrysmshisfistontherailing.Thengofmetalringsloudlyinthevalley,andthebridgeshakeswiththeforeofhisfist.Thereisthesoundofbloodrushinginhisearsandheislight-headedwithanger,atDraoforbeingsuhadik,andathimselfforstillbeingsoaffetedbyhim.

ThereisalookofshokonDrao’sfae,asifhehadn’texpetedHarrytogetsoangrylikethat,butHarrydoesn’tareanymore.IfDraowantstobeagit,thenfine.

Hegritshisteethandwalksaway,beforeheandoanythingelsethathemightregretter.“Idon’tevenknowwhyIkeeptrying.I’mdone,Malfoy.Ihopeyou’rehappy.”

Andheleaves,stompshiswaythroughthebridgeandbaktotheloktowerourtyard,handsshakingandheartbeatingfuriouslyinhishest.

Andbehindhim,hedoesn’tseeDraofalltothefloor,buryhisfaeinhishands,andmutterwithasad,shakyugh:

“Damnit,Potter.Whydidn’tyoupunhme?”

Chapter2

Draofloatsthen,fromonestateofonsiousnesstoanother.Oneminutehe’sthere,staringatthewoodenfloorofthebridge,knowingthathe’sdoingit,hisbody’sdoingit,hisowneyesaredoingit,andthehe’sinsomehaze,likesomebodyelseisstaringatthefloorandhe’sjustlookingthroughtheireyes.Andthenafterthat,itgoesbkallover,andhedoesn’tknowhowmuhtimepassesuntilthetimeheseestheflooragain,butit’sdarkernow,andinoneornerofhismind,itregistersthatoh,it’salreadynighttime.

There’sarakinthewood,andasmallspider,sosmallhe’ssurprisedithasn’tbeenblownawaybythewindyet,slipsthroughit.Hewondersifheanslipthroughit,too.

WhatdidhesaytoPotteragain?Potterwasmad.It’sbeenalongtimesinehestsawPotterthatangry.Hedoesn’tlikeit.Heneverdidlikeit.Butheouldstanditthen,yearsago,sowhydoesithurtsomuhnow?

Theyweretalkingaboutsomething.Agirl.Potter’sgirl.Oh.Weasley.

Hisvision’sstartingtogodimattheedgesagain.

It’llbenie,hesupposes.They’regoingtobuildthehappiestfamilyever.

Ithurts.

WhatdidhesaytoPotteragain?

It’sdark.DarkerthanAzkaban.

Azkabanatleasthadmoonlightshiningthroughthebars.

Butthisisdarker,pith-bk,alllightblokedbytheanopyoftreesabove.Hehearstherustleofleavesmorethanheseesthem,andhehearstheinessantbuzzingofis.SomethinghowlsaheadandDraowondersifthisisrealorifit’sjustinhisheadagain.

Heneedstoleave.Heknowshedoes.Healwaysknows.ButwithPottergone,it’sbeengettingharderandhardertogetoutofhishead.Hethoughthewasgettingbetter.

Butno,he’sjustgettingworse,andPotter’sangry,andhemissestheManor,andthegarden,andbreakfast,andPotter.

There’sanotherhowlthatsoundsandehoesaroundhim,andhedoesn’tknowwherehe’sgoing.Hethinkshe’swalking,he’snotsure,butit’sdarkhere,andPotter’snotaround.

Draowakesuptothesentofsweat,trealetart,andfreshsoap.He’sbeingarriedonsomeone’sbak,andheknowsimmediatelywhoitis.HisnoseisburiedinPotter’shairandhe’snotsureifthisisreal,buthefeelslikerying.

Hethinkshealreadyis.

Potterstops,pauses,andDraorealizesthatthey’restilloutsidetheastle.It’sstilldark,withonlythemoonandthelightfromthetowersilluminatingtheirsteps.Thewindisstillold,andtheirrobesbillowinthewind.Potter’sarryinghim,andhe’sprobablyheavy,butPotter’sgripunderhisthighsarefirm.

Pottersays,“I’msorry.Ididn’tmeanwhatIsaid.”

Drao’shavingahardtimeorating.Hedoesn’tuandwhatPotter’ssaying.

“I’mnotgoingtostoppesteringyou,Malfoy.Stoptryingtogetridofme.”

Thehukleisoutofhislipsbeforeheanstopit.StupidPotter.Stupid,annoyingPotterwhodoesn’tknowwhentogiveup.Thelittlebuggerjusthastosaveeveryone,eventhosethatdon’tdeserveit.“I’mmad,Potter.”

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