“Butwe’renotmuggles,love,”Ronsaidgently,liketheyhadthisoionbefore.Andmaybetheyhad,justdifferentversionsofit,aboutanimalwelfareandmuggleretionsandhouseelfrights.“Wedon’thaveanyofthat.”

“Well,weshould.IbetIoulddoit.It’djusttakealittleappliedsieneandpotions.”AndthensuddenlyHermioneisturningtohimandreahingarossthetabletograbathisarm,likehehadn’talledhermudbloodandspatinherfaeandwathedashisaunttorturedherforinformationshewouldnevergive.“You’llhelpme,won’tyou?”

Later,Draowouldlookbakonthismomentandbegratefulforit.Atthemoment,hewasonlymortifiedthatshewouldeventhinktoask,horrifiedatallthefaesthathadsuddenlyswiveledtolookathim.Hedidn’tknowwhattosay.

ButthenhethoughtofHarryandhissleepingdraughts.OfGeeandtheemptyspaesontheshelves.OfSeamus’rippeduparm,ofLuna’snightmares,hisowninessantleaningofahousethatwasnothistoarefor.Hethoughtaboutallofthatwassortofhisfault,inaedsenseoftheworld,andmaybeitwastimehetrytomakeupforit.

Andhefoundhimselfsayingyes.

Harry

Theytakethenightbushome,beausetheyareafraidtoapparrate,andfindthemselvesstumblingthroughthefrontdooratthreeinthem.He’strippingoverhisowntwofeet,andhehearsDraoknokoverthatstupidumbrelstandheouldn’tbringhimselftoevenmove,andthenapairofhandswashis,helpinghimpeelofhisjaket.

“Letme.”Harryouldn’treallyseehim,butthewhisperamefromloseby.Hethoughtaboutreahingout,butthenthehandsweregoneandsowashisjaket,andheknewthatDraohadsteppedaway,leavingasfastasheame.

“Iouldhavedoneit.”

“No,yououldn’thave.”Draowassnikeringathim,butitwasdifferentfromthewayHarryexpetedittosound.Itwasn’ttauntinganymore,justfond,likeDraoouldn’tbelievehegottobefriendswithsomeonewhoatedlikethis.“You’reatuallyprettydrunk.”

Andmaybehewas.Harry’sbeentoldthatheneverknowshe’sdrunkuntilhe’sreallydrunk.

(Hermioneallsitsoialdrinking,saysit’sabadthing.Ronallsitagoodtime.)

“Good.”Isheslurring?He’snot.MaybeDrao’stheonewhoan’ttellwhenpeoplearedrunk.“Iwantedtobe.”

Silene,abeattoolong,beauseeventhoughtheywerejusthappy,Harrywentandbroughtthebadthingbaktothefrontoftheirminds.Hedidn’twanttodothat,beausethatmeantthinkingaboutDeanandSeamus,ofDeanholdingSeamus’limphand,thewayhelethisthumbtraeoverthefreklesonSeamus’knukleswithoutlooking.Hedidn’thavetolooktoknowwheretheywere.

Itmakesalumpforminhisthroatbutheswallowsitdown,blinksjustinasethereweretears.Hedoesnotry.Hewillnotryoverthis,whenSeamusisnotdead,whenSeamusisgoingtobeperfetlyfineassoonasthepotionskikin.

(Hewillnotbefine,hewasneverfine,willneverbefine,noneofthemeverwereorwillbefine.Hedoesnotknowwhatokayissupposedtofeellike.)

“I’msorryaboutyourfriend.”Drao’svoieutsthroughthesilene,anditisobviousthatheisfumbling,tryingtomakethisbetter.“It’sshitty.”

Harrysortoflikedthat,eventhoughheknewthatDraowasprobablywrakinghisbrainstoomeupwithsomethingbetter.Nobme,nodemands,nonothing.Forone,herewassomeonewhowasnotturningtoHarrytofixit,andjustwantingtoseeifhewasokay.

“Yeah,”HarrylearshisthroattomakehisvoieworkandpsDraoontheshoulder,tryingtomakethisfeellikeitwasaoionbetweentwomates,boyswhoarejustfriendsanddon’twanttobeanythingless.Ithasn’tfeltlikethatinawhile.“Shitty.”

Chapter9

Harry

They’regoodtogether,HermioneandDrao.

Ittookawhile,buthe’dfinallygottenusedtoominghomefromtrainingandseeingthetwoofthemrowdedaroundthekithentable,aauldronsteamingontheounterbehindthemandaspreadsheettakeduptothewalls.Evenifsheisn’therewhenhegetshome,sheomesterthatnightaftershehadahanetotalktoRon,burstingthroughthedoorwithabundleofpapersluthedinherarmandHarrywouldfallasleeptothesoundoftheirmurmuredvoies,knowingthathewouldfindthembothurleduponoppositesidesoftheouhwhenheamehome.

It’sgoodwork,they’redoing.Notablework.IthadstartedoutjustbeingforSeamus,butthentheyreallygottotalkinganddeidedtomakeawholerange,startthewizardingmentalhealthprogramfromthegroundup.HermionebringsthemuggletherapypratiesandDraobringsthewizardingsolutions,andthetwoofthemsortofmeetinthemiddletoformsomegroundbreakinghealthare.It’sgottenabitofattention,bothfromtheDailyProphetandaademiirles.

Drao’sletHermionehandlemostofthepublispeaking.

“How’sitgoing?”Harryalmostfeelslikehe’sinterruptingsomethingbywalkingintohisownkithen.Hermioneertainlythinksso,butDraodoesn’t.Draoatuallygetsuptogreethim,andHarryan’thelpbuttrakhismovementsarosstheroom,thewayhishairurlsattheedgesfromtheheatofthefireandhisshirtisstikingtohisshoulderbdes,thefabrisolightitisalmostseethrough.

“We’realmostdone.”Draoleansarosshimtograbatagssofpumpkinjuieontheounter.Harry’sstartingtopaymoreattentiontomomentslikethis,andhehateshimselfforit,beausethatisnotwhatDraoisherefor.“Shouldhavethealmingdroughtreadyforfullsaleusagebyweek.Allweneednowisanequationtohelptailorittodifferentlevelsofneed,heightandbodyweightandage,thatsortofthing.”

“Childrenshou

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