“Whathanged?”Draodidnotwanttohearthis.Notwhenhewastiredandwantingtenmorehoursofsleep,notwhenhewasoveredinbruises,notwhenheouldnotevenholdhisownifthisturnedintoashoutingmath.

“Iwathedyougetburiedunderapileofrubbleandrealizedthatdespitehowmuhofagigantiarseyouwereinpast,Iwantedyoutolive.”Ronlookeddownathishands,andDraoimaginedthattheywerestilloatedinthedustfromwhentheeilingolpsedandthehandeliertoppled.Ginnyhadbeentheonlyonetothinkthathewasstrongenoughtoheartheaountofwhathadhappened,anditwasGinnywhotoldhimthateventhoughHarrywasthefirsttofalltohiskneesbesidethepileandstartrummagingforanysignoflife,itwasRonwhohadbeentheonetopullhimoutofthedust.“Andbeauseyousavedher.”

“Ididn’tdoitforyou.”Draowasn’tsurewhyhisfirstreationwasalwaystogoontheattakwithsomesnideremarkthatwasn’teventhathurtful.Hewouldmakeallthesejokesanddrawloutalltheseinsultsandnoneofthemwereevenfunny.“Ididitbeauseshe’smyfriend.”

She’smyfriend.ThewordsehointheroombetweenthemandforthefirsttimehemightbegettingwhyheandRonweresuddenlyonspeakingterms—thefatthatHermionearedaboutbothofthemandtheybotharedabouther,andRonwaswillingtoputasideanypastfeudtomakeherhappy.

“Exatly.Yousavedherlife.”Ron’svoieraksonthestwordandDraoanseehiseyesshininginthemplight.“YousavedherevenwhenIouldn’t.”

Draoknowsaboutdebt.Aboutagratitudethatyouneverwanttofeel,aboutanaountofrightsandwrongsthatyouanneverevenout.Hedidn’tthinkhewouldeverhavetofaethatsamefeelingomingfromRon.

“Youdon’towemeanythingforthat.”Itwasanawkwardsentenetoforeout.“I’ddoitagain.”

“Youdon’tuand,”Ronsaid,rakinghishandsthroughhishair,yankingsohardDraothoughtitwaslikelyhewouldripsomeout.“I’msupposedtoprotether.”

“Ron—”Hewantstohelphim,butdoesnotknowhow.Notthatitmattered.Ronjustkepttalking.

“No,listen.”Helookslikehemightstartrying,likehe’sfullyonthevergeoftopplingintoaseaofpani.“Wesavedherfromthistroll,right?MeandHarry.Butitdidn’treallyountasussavingherbeauseIwastheonewhomadeherryandhideinthebathroominthefirstpe,soIgotitintomyheadthatIwouldhavetomakesureshedidn’tgethurtagain,tomakeupforit?AndItried,Ihave,that’sallI’veeverwanted,toprotetherandmyfamilyandHarry,butyouan’tdothat,there’sneverenoughofonepersontoproteteveryonetheyareabout,soIthought—somewherealongthelineIstartedthinkingthatitdidn’tmatterifIouldn’tprotetanyoneelse,evenmyself,aslongasImanagedtoprotether.AllI’veevertriedtodomywholelifewastakeareofher,butIan’tevenmanagetodothat.”He’sbreathinghard.Draohalfthinkshedidstartrying,thekindwhereyoureyesareburningbutthereisnotenoughtearsandthereisnowaytogetanyairintoyourlungs.“Butyoudid.YousavedherwhenIouldn’t,andnothingelsematters.Sojustletmedothisforyou,alright?”

Itwasfiveness.That’swhatDraowasbeingofferedinthismoment,apromisethatevenaftereverything,allthehorriblethingshehadsaidandthethingshehaddone,Ronhadfinallygottenpastit.

“Istillthinkit’sreepy.You,lurkinginthedark.”Draowantedtogobaktosleep,butheouldn’tbringhimselftostrugglebakundertheovers.“Justomevisitduringthedaytime,okay?”

Rondidn’tsmilelikeDraohadwantedhimto,justlenhedhisjawandtookuphispositionagain,readyforwhatevermayomethroughthedoor.

BythetimeHarryshowsup,exatlyaweekafterDraohadbeenburiedunderhthebetterhalfoftheeiling,Draohadhalfexpetedhewasnotgoingtoshowupatall.

Drao’salmostannoyedthathehadn’twaitedlonger,beausenowthathegottoyeyesonhim,withthefreshutsandbkeyeandtousledhairandlothesthatheobviouslyhadn’tbotheredtohangefordays,thespeehthathehadbeenabouttogivediedinhisthroat.He’sspentthebetterpartofthepasttwodayspreparingit,butnowit’sompletelyuseless,beauseitishardtostayangryatsomeonewhenyouarebusythankingGodtheywereabletoomebaktoyouatall.

“Merlin,Harry.”Draofeelssomethingbuildinginhisthroatandheisafraiditistears,sohebusieshimselfbywinghiswayoutofthebsandlurhingovertothedoorway,movingfromhairtohairforsupport.(HeandGeehadpositionedallthefurnituresoheanwalkallthewayaroundtheroomonhisown.)“Whattookyousolong?”

DraosinksdowntositinoneofthearmhairsthatMollyhadonjuredwithherwandthesttimetheWeasleysametovisit,andHarryjustkeepsstaringathim,rightuntilthemomentwherehedropstohiskneesinfrontofDraoandpresseshislipsdownontoDrao’sbandagedknukles.Itwassaringhim,thewaythatHarrystillwasn’tspeaking,sohe’salmostgdthatwhenHarryfinallytalked.“Wegotthem.”Thereisnoneedtoaskwhotheywere,oraskforanyfurtherexpnationofwhereallthesefreshinjurieshadomefrom.“Wegotallofthem.Everystonethathurtyou.”

There’sautunderhHarry’srighteye,andDrao’shandsfindtheirwaytoit,followingthepathwayofthewoundwithhisthumb.Inafewweeks,thiswouldonlybeanothersar,butinsomeway,Draoknowsthisonebelongstohim.Isbeauseofhim.Isowedtohim,somehow.

“Isitover?”DraowantstofallintoHarry,tohughim.“Isthisit?”

Hewantsittobeover.Hewantstobedonefeelingafraid.Hewantsto

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