Andalso,hewasaMalfoy.AndMalfoy’sdon’trunaway,nomatterhowmuhtheymaywantto.

“Ofoursewe’regoing.”Hemakeshimselfsmile,butHarryjustrollshiseyesandduksdownforonemorekiss.“It’llbefun.”

Youreallyweretheperfetson,whenyouwenttothese.Draothoughtsourly,evenasheleansfurtherintothearmthatHarryhadputaroundhisshoulderstoguidehimthroughtherowd.TheyhadsaidhitoeveryoneanddodgedallthewaitstaffthatwereattemptingtobetheonetoserveTheBoyWhoLived,andnowHarrywasdraggingthembothinabeelinetowardsRonandHermione.Theperfetheir,theperfetMalfoy,thereatoroftheperfetlegay.Yououldhavebeensomethinggreat.

Hetrips,justalittlestumbleovertheedgeofsomeone’sdressrobes,butHarry’sarmwasaroundhimandhedidnotfall,justfeltthetighteningofHarry’sfingersaroundhiswaist,asilentreminderthattheywereinthistogether.

“Drao!”Hermioneedhiminahugsotightthatitknokedtheairoutofhislungs,andDraofoundhimselfwithamouthfulofbushyhair.HeouldseeRonfromoverhershoulder,shruggingatHarryexasperatedlywhilebaningaptepiledhighwithookies.“Ididn’tthinkyouwereoming!”

“OfourseIame!”DraopriedherselfoffwithsomediffiultyandpassedherontoHarry,whowasabitmorepratiedatsufferingthroughherhugs.“YouthinkIwouldmissthis?”

Besidethem,Ronshrugs.“She’sbeenlikethisallday.”HehashisvoieloweredtomutterinDrao’sear,apparentlydeidingthatthey’veometoamomentarytrueuntilHermionegetsagrip.“Ijusthopeshedoesn’tfreakwhenshegetsupthere.”

“Youkidding?She’llbefine.”HesnagsoneoftheookiesofftheptejusttotesttheboundariesandthenonsidersitagoodsignwhenRonkeepstheptewithinhisreah.“Wejusthavetohopethatshedoesn’tsneakinsomethingaboutspew.”

Ronughed,andthenppedahandonhisshoulder.“Don’tgiveheranyideas.”

Voldemortwasgreat,Draoadds,slightlyalmer,likethislittlepieeofoionwasallittooktosnaphisskinbakintope,tolethimstopfeelasifhewastoobigforhisbody.Hisfatherwouldnothavebeenabletotalktopeoplelikethat,asiftheywerefriends.Hisfatherwouldneverhaveknownhowgreattheywerebeausehewasblindedbyhisownbigotry.Hewasgreatandhedidhorriblethingsandhemadepeoplebowdowntohimbeausetheonlyotheroptionwastodieandheneverknewwhatitwastobeloved,notreally.Sometimesbeinggreatisn’tthebestthing,iftheonlymemoriesyouleavebehindaresars.

He’ssittingbetweenGeeandHarry,twotablesawayfromHermione,sowhenshegetsalleduptothepodiumbyKingsley,hehastobendaroundGeetoreahoutahandtoher.Shepausesjustlongenoughtoholdon,longenoughforthreesqueezes,theirlittlesignthateverythingwillbeokay,thattheywillfigureeverythingout.

(Ithadstartedbakwiththepotions,whenHermionewouldgettofrustratedwithnotknowingtheanswersthatsheseemedreadytothrowitalloutthewindowandletallherpotionsburntonothingbutaaustiheap.Draohadn’tknownwhattosay,buthehadknownenoughtodothis.It’sbeometheirthing,eversine.)

“You’regoingtobegreat.”Draowhispers,inthetimeittakesforthosethreepulsestotravelfromhimtoher,one,two,three,andthensheletsgo,limbingthestairstostandbesidetheministerwithasenseofgraeDraothoughtwouldbehardtomiss,eventhoughhehadmisseditforsevenlongyears.It’seasytoseewhatyouwant,whenyou’reblindedbyhate.

He’snotstaringatherlikeeveryoneelseis.They’reallwathingherwithraptattention,butDraoislookingaroundateveryoneelse,alltheothertables,soheantellherwhoughedwhenshemadethatjokeintheopening(hehelpedheromeupwithit.Ittookthemthreehours.herofthemwerethatfunny.)andifanyoneriedwhenshetalkedaboutthoseshehadlost.Shehadbeenathishouse(Harry’shouse?Heanprobablysayit’shishouse)untilaftermidnightstnight,pratiingthewaysheenuniatedeverywordandthedramatieffetheldineahphrase,makingsuresheknewwhentopauseforeyeontat.TheyhadevenmadeupabunhofsignalsforDraotogiveher,shouldhebewathingandseepeoplelookingonfused,forhertoknowifsheistooloudortooquiet,toofastortooslow.

He’slistening,butheisn’twathing,whihiswhyheseesitbeforeanyoneelsedoes.

Howtheentireateringompanyhadseemedtomeltawayintotheshadowswhenthespeehstarted,buttherewasstillonemandressedintheiruniformedgingtowardsthefrontoftherowd.Howhiswandwasglingfromhisfingers,eventhoughtheyhadbeenmadetohektheirwandsatthedoorforwhattheyimedtobeseuritymeasures.HowevenasHermionewasstillspeakingandtherowdwasstillwathing,thehandelieraboveherstartedtosway,justabit,enoughtosendsatteringoflightrefletingofftherystalsandingoverthefaesofthosewathing.

OneofthebeamsoflightathesHermionearosstheeyes,brightenoughthatshelosesherfousandhalfraisesherhandtoblokit.It’stheonlyreasonthatanyonenotiesitatall,andthereisanawfulsenseofdejavu,thewayDraoanhearRonsreamingforHermionetomoveoutofthewayandhowthehandelierwasfalling,falling,fallingdowntoher,andshewouldnotgetoutofthewayintime,anditwasjustlikethatnightatthemanoronlytherewasnoDobbytosavehernow.

Therewasnoonetosaveher,atually.Ronwastoofaraway,andnoonehadtheirwands,andevenKingsleywasnotloseenoughtosaveher.Caughtoffguard,noneoftheothershadevenstartedtomoveye

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