“Pansy.”Shedoesnotstandwhenhegreetsher,sohetakestheuefromherandsitswithoutanotherword.Thehairsreehesonthestonefloorwhenhepullsitbak,andwhenhelooksatthetable,itislearthattheyarenothereforasoialvisit.“Beautifulasalways.”

Shesoffsathim.Draodoesn’tgettousethewordoften,butsheembodieditatthatmoment,thewaythesoundamefromthebakofherthroatandndedonthetablebetweenthem,drippingwithderision.Itshouldhavebotheredhim,buthealsothinksthatsharpedgeswillbeeasiertodealwithtodaythansharpwords.Angerwasalwayseasiertotakethanhurt.

“Saveit.”Shelookshimupanddown,andlikealways,Draowonderswhatsheseesthere.Thisisnotlikeshool,whenshewouldhangontoeverywordhesaidjustbeausehisfathermademoneyandhismotheramefromtherightfamily.Shedidnothavetobenieinordertogethelpwithhomework,ormakesurethatshesmiledforpituresthatmightendupintheProphet.Despitebeingfriendsforaslongasheanremember(evenlongerthanCrabbeandGoyle,butthenthefireforoneandAzkabanforanother,wait,don’tthinklikethat,stopit),thismightbethefirsttimetheywereeverrealwitheahother.“Heardyou’vebeenrunningaroundwithPotter.”

Hewines,tightenshisfingersaroundaupwithnoteainitjusttohavesomethingtohold.HeknowsPansydidnotmissthemovement.“Ihave.”

“AndGranger.”

Hedoesn’tflinhthistime,beauseheknowsthatthisisthepriehemustpayifhewantstobeomefriendswithheragain.Buthewon’tapologizeforthis,either.“Hertoo.”Then,thinkingitmightbebettertobeompletelyho,headmitstotherestofit.“We’refriends,atually.I’mrunningaroundwithalotofpeoplewewouldn’thavetalkedto,bakatHogwarts.”

“Afriendofmudbloodsandtraitorsnow,arewe?”Hemusthavemadeafae,orflinhed,orsomething,beausesheughed,thesoundloudenoughtodrawstaresfromthetablearoundthem.Itwasn’tagoodidea,todrawstaresinapelikethis.“Rex.”Sheslumpsinherhair,andhean’thelpbutnotiehowprettyshewas,eventhoughhehadn’tthoughtaboutherlikethatforawhile.

(He’snotsureheeverthoughtaboutherlikethat.Maybe,hejustthoughtofitasaniablething,thattheywouldgettogetherintheend.StartdatingafterHogwarts,getengaged,havekidstoarryonthefamilylegay.Evenifitwouldn’thavebeenlove,theywouldhavebeenhappy.Happierthantheydeserved.)

“Wewerewrongaboutthatstuff.”Thiswasaruialtippingpointfortheafternoon,deidingifhewouldstayorleave.Hewouldnot,ouldnot,staywithherifsheontinuedtopreahtheoldways.Ifshewasstillfullofhate.Heknowsnowthatthereistoomuhpaininthisworldtoaddmoreonpurpose,justbeauseyouareafraidorlikeotherstobesmalljustsoyouanbebig.Hewon’tbepartofthatanymore.“Itdidn’tmakesense,whatourparentsweretellingus.”

“Iknow.”Sheraisedherupofteatoherlips,butheouldtellshewasn’tdrinking.DraohadheardthatalotoftheSlytherinsouldn’tdaregooutinpublianymore,whatwiththeirparents’faespsteredalloverthepapersandtheirnamesbeingshoutedfromeverynewsstation.Itwasn’tus,hewantedtosreamatthemall,whenhegotatrippingjinxshotathimorwhenhisfreshboughtgroerieswerespoiledwhenhegothome.Youan’tbmeusforwhatourparentsdid,it’snotfair,it’snotfair,didn’tyoujustfightforfreedom?“Toolittle,toote,right?”

Therimwaslinedwithdarklipstikwhenshebroughtitawayfromhermouth,andshefrownedatit,wipingitawaywithanapkinbeforeheouldstareatitfortoolong.Itmadehimsmile.Thathadalwaysbotheredherbakinshool,too.

“Maybenot.”Somethingsarealwaysgoingtobethesame.Pansy’salwaysgoingtoweardarklipstik,andshe’salwaysgoingtodresslikeshe’sreadyforaphotoshootatanymoment.He’salwaysgoingtoloveher,bothasanoldfriendandassomeonehethoughtheouldlove,one,ifthingsweredifferent.They’rebothgoingtobetaintedbythingsthatweren’ttheirhoie,andtheywouldalwaysoupypesinthewizardingworldthatpeoplelikeHarrywouldneveronsideredsteppingfootin.Butmaybesomethings,theimportantthings,ouldhange.Andthat’swhatmattersnow.“Maybewe’vegotenoughtime.”

Hereahedarossthetabletotakeherhand,andshedoesn’tswathimawaylikehethoughtshewould.Instead,shesmiles,andtherearetearsfillinghereyes,onesthatshewipedawaybeforetheyouldspilldownherheeks.Pansyalwayshadhatedforpeopletoseeherry.

“Ihopeso.”Pansystoodandthrewapileofgalleonsdownonthetable,extravagantlyovertipping.“MerlindoIhopeso.”

Chapter11

Drao

Harry’steagain.

Andeventhoughit’sirrational,eventhoughit’snoteventhatunusual,eventhoughHarrydoesn’tneedtotellDraowherehe’satorwhenhewon’tbehomeathisusualtime,itstillmakesabubbleofpaniriseinhishest,sobigthathean’treallytakeafullbreath.It’ssilly,butatthesametimeit’snot,beausethesttimeHarrydidn’tomehomeontime,somethingwasverywrong,someonewashurt,andtheyallhadtofaesomethingtheydidn’twantto.Draodidn’twanttohaveamomentlikethatagain,whereyouknowsomethingiswrongandyouhavetowaitforsomeonetotellyouwhatitis,whihoneofyourfriendsareintrouble.

Only,whenthedooropens,Draoknowsthatheshouldn’thavebotheredtoworry,beauseHarrywasteforaverydifferentreason.

He’sdrunk.

Like,atuallydrunk,drunkerthanDraohadeverseenhim,andDraodoesn’treallyknowwhattodowiththat,beausetheonlypersonhe’severs

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