“You’retePotter,”DraomutteredasHarrygotloseenoughtohearhimwithoutraisinghisvoie.

“Let’sjustgetthisoverwith,”Harrymuttered.

“Finebyme,”Draoshotbak,turningtoleadthewayintotheForestthathewasquiteusedtobynow.ThankyouFather,hethoughtsilentlyasHarryfollowedlosebehindhim,obviouslynothavingalueaboutwherehewasgoing.

Gatheringtwooftheingredientswentfairlyeasily.Draoled,Harryfollowedwslightlywhyhewasn’tdisturbedthatDraoknewwherehewasgoingandthenresolvedtothinkaboutthatter.ButwhentheyapproahedthespotwhereDraoknewtherewasaGantree,Harrysuddenlystoppedshort.DraoontinuedwalkingforafewstepsandthenrealizedthatHarrywasn’twithhim.Heturnedtoseetheboystaringaheadatthedownwardslopeofthegroundthatwasoveredinarootanopy.

“I’vebeenherebefore.Wedon’twanttobegoinginthere.”

“Yes,Potter,wedowanttobegoinginhereasitisthefastestandmostdiretroutetothestingredientthatweneedandIforonewanttogettobed.”

“Drao,youdon’tuand.Therearethousands,millionseven,ofgiant—”

“Spiders?YesIknow.”

“Theyenjoyeatingflesh—didyouknowthat?”

“Ihadassumedso.Theydon’tbotherwithaVeriae,soInevertestedmytheory.”

HarrylookedpointedlyatDrao,andDraorealizedthathehadoverlookedtheslightproblemofHarrynotbeingaVeriae.Herolledhiseyes,onlyslightlyvisibleinthedarknessofthewood.

“Fine.Youstayhere.I’llgogettheGan’sHair.”Draospokeasifhewasveryannoyedbytheinjustieofallthis.“Butyouhavetoarryeverythingbak.”

Harrydidn’tpointoutthefatthathealreadywasarryingtheothertwoingredients,andnodded,wathingthearistoratdisappearintotheave-likestrutureaheadofhim.

Harrywaitedandwaited…andfinallyfiguredthattimewasrelevant.Hewassurethathewasountingtheseondswhenhefirstheardthesounds,likewheezingonlyinaveryregurbreathingpattern.Andthenheheardthesomewhatsilentsoundofslitheringomingtowardshim.AndsomethingthathehadforedhimselftomemorizeforSnape’sseondtestlikedinhishead.

Wyvern!Hismindsreamed.Winged,leglessdragonsthatbreathedayellowfogwhihgavehumansanastyoughthatwouldn’tgoawayforyears,andmadetheireyesburnandblur.Damn.Andwhat’smoreisthattheirhiderepelledmagiofallsorts.Doubledamn.

Hehalftwistedtoseethreepairsofeyeswathinghim.Bloody.Hell.

Thereaturesslowlyemergedfromthebrush,speakingtoeahotherinthenguageofdragons.ItwaswhatParseltonguehadinatedfromandHarryouldathafewwords…wordsthatbythemselvesformedaverydispiture.Uionally,Harrybegantobaktowardstheavewhihwouldleadtothespiders’.

DraoemergedfromtheavetojustavoidrunningintoHarry,whohadleaptbaktoavoidthefogofthreewyverns.Whatweretheydoinghere?Thewindoftheforestrustledthroughthetreesandtoldhim.Draosawred.

They.

Wanted.

To.

Harm.

His.

Harry.

Draodidnotlikethat.AT.ALL.Somethingnaggedatthebakofhismindthattoldhimthatheshouldn’tareifthewyvernshurtHarry…butthatnaggingdisappearedwhenheaughtaglimpseoftheemotionboilinginHarry’seyes.

Helplessness.

Nothing.

Hurts.

His.

Harry.

SomethinginsideofDraosnapped.Wingsunfurled,sparklinginthedimlight.HarryhalfturnedtoseeDraostandingthere,andbegantobakawayfromtheVeriaeslightly.Draoshovedthestingredientintohishandsandattaked.Thefirstwyvernneversawwhathititaswingsseemedtoarounditsbody,shreddingtheskinandspillingritialamountsofblood.Itfelltothegrounddeadwithinseonds.

TheothertwowyvernslookedatDraosuspiiously,thenturnedtolookatHarrywithastrangeexpression…surprise,ifitwaspossibleforadragondesenttoshowsurprise.Harryfrownedastheyspoketoeahother.

“Luky—hiss—toobad—growl—intended—snarl—Veriae.”

Theyleft,obviouslynotwantingtoinvokethealreadyangryVeriae,andHarrydidn’tbmethem,butwhathadtheybeentalkingabout?HarrysuddenlywantedtofindawaytolearntospeakDragontongue.Itwaspossibletouanditwithabitofstudying,justanotherdialetofParseltongueafterall.

Draostoodinshokafterhehadenteredhisroomsandlosedthedoor.Whathadhedone?Whyhadhedoneit?HehadprotetedHarry?HehadwillinglyprotetedHarry?HehadbeenangrythatHarry-bloody-Potterhadbeenattakedbywyverns.Whyshouldheevenare?

BeauseHarry’sauramathedhis—nohedidn’tknowthat.Heonlythoughtthat,onlyhadtheslightestsuspiionofthinkingthatmaybethatouldhavetheslightesthaneofbeingthease…

Yeahright.AndifDraoMalfoyhadn’tresignedhimselftothefatthatHarryPotterwashisintended,DraotheVeriaeMalfoyertainlywasn’tompining.Inthenameofallthingsmagial…whyhim?Whyouldn’tithavebeensomeone—anyone—else?

DraogroanedandthrewhimselfdownonhisbedinaveryunMalfoyishboutofdepression(beauseone,Malfoysneverbeomedepressed,andtwo,Malfoysdonotthrowthemselvesontotheirbedswhile,three,wearinglothesthattheyworeintotheForbiddenForest).Wasthereevenabrightsideofthisproblem?Ohyeah,ifheeverwantedtoommitsuiideforsomereasonheouldjustgohavealittlehatwithHarryPotter.

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