Itturnsouttonotbethatbadofanight.

HespendsalotofitwithRonbythedesserttable,pilingtheirpteshighwithfood,beause,asKinglseyhadsaid,theyweresaviorsandouldeatasmuhakeastheywanted,nomatterhowmuhitosttheministry.HetalkstoDean,givingafewexlusiveommentsforhisartile,andthenheeswithLunawhileGinnywenttotalktothemanageroftheHarpies,whoshehadsaidweremyfavoriteteamever,Harry,Ihavetogetagoodwordin,takeareofLuna,willyou?

NotthatLunaneededtakenareof,butitwassometimesbetterforhertostaywithfriendssoshedidn’twanderoff,soHarryswaysbakandforthwithherinthemiddleoftheeflooruntilDraoshowsupbehindher,tappingherontheshoulderandlookingmorenervousthanHarryhadseenhiminawhile.

“Hey,Luna.”He’sshiftinghisweightfromonefoottoanother,likealltheonfidenehegainedhadbeensweptaway.“MindifIutin?”

“Oh,alright.”She’ssmiling,likesheknowssomethingtheydon’t.“Ineedtolearawayfromthegnargles,anyways.”

Draolookslikehe’sgoingtough.Hehasn’tquitemanagedtotheartoffollowingaoionwithheryet,eventhoughHarryknowshelovesLunajustasmuhashedoes,sohewaitsuntilLunahasturnedherbaktoraiseaneyebrow,andtheybothburstoutughing.

“Ididn’tneedsaving.”Harrysays,andtheyarerevolvingonthespotbynow.“She’samuhbettererthanIam.Wasn’tsteppingonmyfeetoranything.”

“Oh,I.”Draodropshishandswithaflutterandthenstepsaway,smoothinginvisiblewrinklesoutfromhissleeve.“Iwasn’ttryingtosaveyou.Ijustwantedtoe,but.”

Harrydoesn’twanttoheartherestofthesentene.“Don’tbestupid.”Hegrabshimbyhisexpensivesuitjaketandpullshimbak.“ButIshouldwarnyou.I’mareallybader.”

Draogivesalittlehuffofaugh,butifhesaysanythingelse,itgetslostinthemusi.Theystaytogetherforonesongandthenanother,longenoughforHarrytolearnexatlyhowmuhshorterDraoisthanhim(afathekeepsfetting)andmemorizetheysentofhisologne,theoneheonlywearswhenheistryingtoimpress.HeathessightofSeamusandDeantogetherarosstheroom,urvedaroundeahother,andwhentheyrotatetofaeeahotheragain,HarryanseeSeamusfshingathumbsup.He’snotsureiftheyapproveofhishoies,buttheyallseemgdthathe’sfoundaguy,evenifthatguyisaSlytherin.HeonlywishedDraowouldfeelthesameway.

“Youreallyaregoodatthis.”Harry’swhisperingintohisear,afraidofsomeoneoverhearingbutunwillingtoletitgounsaid.“Makingpeopleseethingsyourway.Makingthemseeyou.”

“It’stheonlythingI’mgoodat.”Draosays,hisvoiejustamurmur.He’sgothishandstukedunderhHarry’ssuitjaket,andnowthereistheonlythinfabriofhisdressshirtseparatingtheirskin.“Iusedtothinkthatitwasimportant.”

“Itwas.”Harryswalloweddowntheotherthingshewantedtosay,abouthowgdhewasthatDraowashere,abouthowbeautifulDraowas,abouthowhewouldtakethemhomerightthisminuteandjustkeeping,turningaroundinthelivingroom.“Savedmylifetonight.”

“Notasimportantasyou.”Draowaslookingupathimfrombehhiseyeshes,andHarryhadnevernotiedhowlongtheywerebefore.Therewerealotofthingshehadnevernotied,andallofthemaresuddenlyinformationhean’tbelievethathehadmissedforsolong.“Theyallloveyou.”

“Notme.Theylovetheboywholived.”Harrydidn’twanttothinkaboutthat.Tonightwasagoodnight.“Theydon’tevenknowwhoIam.”

“Ido.”Draoseemsonthevergeofsomething.“Iknowyou.And—”Hefalters,andHarryanfeelhisfingersflutter,justatinyshakeagainsthisshirt,likethebeatingofabutterfly.“You’reimportanttome.Youknowthat,right?”

Harrythinksthisanapology.Awaytosaysorry.AwayforDraotosaythatheloveshimwithoutatuallysayingit,butHarrydoesn’tare.Heanwait.Inthemeantime,hewouldtakethis.

“Yeah,Drao.Iknow.”Hepressesakissdowntothetopofhishead,andthenstepsaway,beausethesongisendingandiftheystaytogetherforanother,itwoulddrawmorestaresthantheywerealreadygetting.It’salmostwithanafterthoughtthatHarrybendsdownandkisseshimontheheek,solosetotheornerofhismouththatitisalmostonhislips,likethisisjustanotherthingwherehewouldpresstheboundariesuntilitbreaks,ruinthis,too,withhisreklessness.Harrydoesn’twantthat,buthewantsmore,andit’salmostworththerisk.

Chapter25

Drao

He’shappy.

Foramoment,Draoan’trememberwhy,onlythathehadgottenthebestnight’ssleepthathehadhadinagesandtherewasnopanilurkinginthebakofthroat,onlythesunstreaminginthroughtheopenurtainsandsendingyellowlightsatteringoverhisskin.Herubsthesleepoutofhiseyeslikehe’ssmoothingwrinklesinanoldshirt,andit’sonlywhenhestrethesoutanarmtowhereHarrywouldnormallybe(Draoisalwaysthefirstoneawake)andtouhesnothingbutthefrayingedgesofthewornoutsheetsthatheremembers—abouttheball,Harry’shandinhisastheamerasfshed,thelookonHarry’sfaeashereahedouttoaepttheawardthathethinksheonlygotbeausehewaslukyenoughtosurvive,thatewithHarry’shandsonhimandhisvoiewhisperinginDrao’sear,promisingthingsthatheknewbetterthantobelieveweregoingtoometrue.

There’saknotfinhisstomahattheemptyspaethatwassupposedtoholdHarry,butheswallowsitdown,foreshimselftoalmtheaythatisbeatingintimewithhispulse.Hewokeupearly,hethinks,pushingawaytheov

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