“Harry,youarse!”Ginnyfoundthembothassoonastheywalkedthroughthedoor,rushingthepresentbetweenthethreeofthemwhenshehurtledtowardsthem,throwinganarmaroundbothoftheirneksandpullingthemdowntoherheight.Draoaughtanelbowinthenek,buthewasprettysureitwasonaident.“Ian’tbelieveyougottheWeirdSisterstopyatmyparty!”

“It’sLuna’sparty,too,”trilledHermionefromsomewherenearDrao’selbow,andheturnedtofindhersittingdownataboothalreadywithargepteofheesyfriesinfrontofher,rathergigglyandpinkinthefae.RonrolledhiseyesatDrao,thenshrugged.Hermione’saninrediblelightweight.Andtely,alwaysinrediblyhungry.

Ginnyignoredher,whihDraothoughtwasbest.

“Calledinafavor,”Harrysaid,grinning.“Thoughtyoumightlikeit.”

Draosnorted.Calledinafavor,morelike,alledthemupandtoldthemwhowasspeakingandthenfoundtheWeirdSistershadmysteriouslylearedtheirsheduleforthemonthandahalf,atyourservieMr.Potter,anythingyoulike.TheyouldhavepyedduringMolly’sSundaynightdinner,foralltheyared.

“Still,thankyou.Andyou,”SheturnedonDrao,narrowinghereyes,andhehadthestrasuspiionthatsheknewsomehow,aboutthehouseandthedoubtsandhowhestaysupteatnighttryingtomemorizewhatitfeelsliketohaveHarrylyingbesidehim,justinase.“Dotrytohavefuntonight,won’tyou?Luna’sworriedaboutyou.”

Draosquirmedunomfortably,beauseifGinnyhadanideaabouthowanxioushe’sbeenthepastfewweeks,thenLunaknewforsure,wouldhavebeenabletotellwhatwaswrongwithjustonelookathim.

“I’llbefine.”Hetriestosmileonviningly,butthenhelooksoverandfindsthatHarryhasdisappearedfromhisside,swallowedupbytherowdthatwasDeanandSeamusandNeville.Draowouldnotbewelomethere,eveniftheyallsmiledandmadepolitesmalltalk.Thereisadifferenebetweenfivenessandbelonging,he’sfinding,andit’smoreofahasmthanafineline.

Ginnyreahedover,squeezedhiselbow.“Helovesyou.”Herwordsareinsistent,hittinghimlikeastunningspelltothehest.“Trustme.Iknowwhatitlookslike.”

Hefindshiswaytothebar,expetingtofindold,gap-toothedTom,butfindsGeeWeasleyinstead,throwingdrinkstothepeoplewhoometohimwithoutwaitingforarequestandsowlingdownatthetabletopwhenheisleftaloneagain,likeheisreadingsomepartiurlyoffensivewordthatapreviouspatronhadarvedintoit.Draoheks,butnothingisthere.

“Oh.It’syou.”Geelookssurprisedforamoment,butthenhisexpressionsours.“Youwantanything?”

“Thoughtyouwerejustthrowingthingsoutthere?”Hehadbeen,likerazy,throwingbottlesintohandsandpliquidintogiantmargaritagsseswithouthekingthebels,andevenwhenithadtobeadhtdisgustingombination,nooneompined,justoughedandsplutteredanddrankitallthesame.

“Well,normally,butseeingasit’syou,I’llmakeanexeption.SoI’llrepeatmyself.”Hewasblunt,tonight.Draosupposesitmustbehardforeveryoneelse,tohavegonefromafriendlyandheerfulGeetothis,butnotforDrao,beausetohimthiswastheWeasleyhehadalwaysknown—alittlesharp,alittlebrusque,thekindofintelligentthatwasjustashadeshyofruel.“Whatdoyouwant?”

“Justabeer,thanks,”Draosaid,settlingdownontoastool,wwhytheyhadstukhimbakhere,ofallpeople,andthenrealizingthatitmighthavebeenthekipeforhim.Geehadtoldhimonethateveryoionwasjustareminderofthelinesthatneverwouldbesaid,wherepeopleautomatiallylooktohisleftfortheehoofhisjokesonlytofindemptyair,thathean’ttakeit.Hemighthavehadaneasiertimebakhere,whereheisawayfromthejumbledmassoflimbsandpeopleonlywantingthepersonheusedtobe,safefromsmalltalkandidlehands.

“Sob,”Geegriped,buthepassedthebottlealongallthesame,evenattemptingagrin.

Draodoesn’twanttoask.Hewantstositandsulk,takepartinenoughsmalltalktopassthenightawaywithoutseeminglikeanarse,maybesearhoutHermioneterandthendukintopassonanotherroundofongratutionswithLuna,thengohome,imingamigraine.It’sapusibleexuseandadoablepn,andnoneofitinvolvessittinghereandpyingtherapisttoGee,buthewashisfriend,andthatomeswithaertainamountofresponsibility.

“Youalright,mate?Youseem…”Hepaused,beausethere’snowaytogiveanauratedesriptionwithoutbeingoffensive.“Down.”

“Yeah,I’mfine.”Geesays,andDraoanseethemomentwherehehangeshismindanddeidestotellthetruth,anatualripplearosshisfae.“No,I’mnot.I’mshit,atually.”

Heswears,alongstringofitjusttomakehimselffeelbetter,andthepeoplelosesttothemstare,ahuddleofRavenwsthatDraoanonlyvaguelyremember.

“Wanttotalkaboutit?”

“It’sjustthathe’snothere.”Draodidn’tneedtoaskwhohewas.“He’snothere,andhewouldhavelovedthis,tobewithher,toseeher.She’sgotthislineofes,likethefatherdaughtere,onlyonewitheahofusbrothers,andthere’s—there’sonlyfivees.Thereshouldbesix.”HeisgrippingontothetabletopsohardthatDraoishalfafraidthatheisgoingtoripapieeoff.“It’slikehe’sbeingfottenbyeveryonebutme.”

“That’snottrue,”Draostarts,butGeeutshimoffjustasfast.

“Iknowitisn’ttrue.Butit’snotfair,beauseit’slikewhenhedied,herippedawayapartofmethatI’mnevergoingtogetbak,thiswholehugehunkofmylifethatI’mnevergoingtobeabletofill,no

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