“Itwasaboggart,”Harrysays,abitreduntly,stowinghiswandinthebakpoketofhispantswithoutlookingDraointhefae.“That’sallitwas,Drao.Justaboggart.”

“Oh.”Draofeltlikerying.Infat,hewasrying,bothbeausealltheworstthingshehadbeenthinkingsinehefirstametosaywithHarryhadbeensaidoutloud,bytheonepersonthathedidnotexpettosaythem,andalsobeausehehadbeenaughtatit,onthefloorlikeahild.AndalsobeausehewantedHarrytotellhimthatitwasallokay,whihhewasnotyetdoing.“Right.”

“Doyoureallythinkthat?”Harry’sheadsnappedup,andhewasrying,too,hurtbythiswholething,andDraojustwantstomeltintothefloorandneveromebak.“ThatIwanttosayallthosethings?”

“I’mafraidofit,”Draoanswers,beausetheboggarthaslefthimnohoiebuttotellthetruth.“Ikeeptellingmyselfthatitwassilly,thatyouwouldn’thavesaidallthosethingsifyoudidn’tmeanthem,andyet,”heshrugs.“Fearsdon’talwaysmakesense.”

“BeauseIdo.”Harry’swordswerehalted,likehewastryingtoreignhimselfin.“Careaboutyou.”

“Iknow.”

“AndIhavefivenyou.Foreverything.Everythingyou’vedone,anythingyoumightdo.”Harrywaveshishandintheair.“It’slikeit’sent.”

“Iknowthat,too.”

“AndIknowthatthis—whatwe’redoing—I’mnotjustsrewingaround.It’s,”Heissearhingforaword,learly,somethingstrongenoughtoexpresshisfeelingswithoutsaringDraoaway.“Thisisitforme.ThisisallIeverwant,youandmeandthatottage.”

That—thosestsixwords—makeDraofeellikeheisabletobreatheagain.“Iknow.”

“Doyou?”

Draodoesnotwanttolietohim.Maybehehasn’tbeenlyingexatly,buthehasbeenholdingbak,buryingthingsthatheshouldhaveidoutintheopen.“I’mstartingto,”Heamends,whihisnotthewholetruthbutisloserthanhehadgottenbefore.

“Okay.”Harrynodshishead,fastensthelosetlosedonemoretime,andstiksahandouttohelpDraotohisfeet.“Soarewegoodhere?”

“Yeah,”Draosays,andthistime,itdoesnotfeellikealie.“We’reallgood.”

Harry

Harryhadbeensurprisedbefore,butthere’snothingquitelikehearingyourboyfriendtalkingtosomeoneupintheattiandlimbingthatriketystairaseonlytofindthatthepersonhe’stalkingtois…yourself.

Aselfthatishurlingabuse,apparently,asDraositsonthefloorandjusttakesit,likeallthefightgoesawaywhereHarryisonernedandhewilltakewhatmayomeflyingfromthisperson’smouthasgospel,andHarryfeelssikaboutit,andevenmoresowhenheremembersanothertimethathehadstaredatadupliateofhimselfinthishouse,andrealizedthatitwasaboggart.

Whih,whenyouthinkaboutit,isevenworsethanadopplegangerthatrunsaroundhurlingvenomatthepeopleyouareabout.

“Ijustdon’tuand,”Hesayster,whenhehastakenashowerandgottendressedeventhoughitisonlyfiveinthemandamebakoutofthebathroomtofindDraourleduponthewindowseat,drawingpituresinthefogoveredgss,“howyououldhavethoughtthosehorriblethingsaboutthetwoofus.”

“I’mnotusedtopeoplelikeyoulovingme.”Draodoesn’tlookathim.“Thewarleftitsmarkonthebadguys,too.”

“Idon’tthinkyou’reabadguy.”

“Andthat’sprobablythebiggestdifferenebetweenus.”

Harrystaresathim,notknowinghowtofixthesuddenriftthathadappeared,butitseemsthathedoesn’thaveto,beauseDraoturnstohim,faepaleandjawsetlikeheispreparingforapunhtothefae,andheknowsthattheoldMalfoyhasshoweduptothefight.

“Youwantthetruth?”Draoisn’twaitingforananswer,butHarrynodsanyways.“ThetruthisthatIareaboutyoualot,andmaybethiswholetimewe’retogetherIwaswaitingforsomeonetoshowmehowitwasn’thappening,howthiswasn’trealoryoudidn’twantmebeauseitjustseemedtoogoodtobetrue.AndIwassoafraidofthatthatIstartedlookingforwarningsignsthatweren’teventhere,andyoumadethisomment—Ifetwhatitwas,really,beauseitwasthatinsignifiant—abouthowIshouldstartlookingforpes,too,andIthoughtthatyoudidn’twantmetoomewithyou,whihmeantthatyououldnotthinkaboutmethesamewayIthinkaboutyou,beauseyou,Harry,areitforme,too.”

Harrydoesn’thavearesponseatfirst,beauseherememberstheomment(andhowstupid,beauseheonlymeantthatHarrywantedDrao’sopinion,notthathewastryingtothrowhimoutonthestreet)anditwasbeforetheyevengottheottage,whihmeantthatthismusthavebeenneedlinginDrao’sbrainforweeks.

“Youhadtohaveknownthatwasn’twhatImeant.”ThereweretearsburninginHarry’seyesandheblinkedthemaway.“Didn’tyou?”

“WellIalmostboughtaftinLondon,soI’dsaythatIdidn’t.”

“Ijustwantedyoutobehappy,soIwastryingtosaythat—thatyoudidn’tjusthavetofollowme,orwhatever,thatitwasn’tmydeision,itwasourdeision.That’sall.”Hewasfranti,desperateforDraotouandthis.“Iwastryingtoletyouknowthatwewereonequalfootingwiththis.”

(There’sanotherthought,onethathedoesn’twanttofouson,abouthowmaybeDraodidn’twanttoliveintheottageafterall,butomeon.Harryhadbuilthimapotionsb,forMerlin’ssake.)

“AndIknewthat.Logially.”Draoliftedoneshoulderapologetially.“ButIalsoknewthatyououldhangeyourmindanytime.”

“I’mnothangingmymind,Drao.”Andeventhoughit’smuhtoosoon,possiblyevenunwanted,onsideringhowbadlyHarryhadapparentlysrewedthingsup,headds,“Iloveyou.”

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