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Heshookhisheadandturnedthepage,findingapieceofparchmentwiththesameslantedscriptswirlingacrossit.

Potter.

I’vestartedwritinglettersIcanneversend.Howstupidisthat?IwantedtoaskifyoufeltlikethewholerivalrythingwasreallylessabouthatingeachotherandmoreaboutnotknowingwhattodowithhowmuchweifthatwholethingI’vereadaboutyouandtheWeasletteistrue?

Potter,

You’rereallysulkingaboutover

Potter,

It’sreallypatheticthatyouarewastingyourphysicalprimeapparentlypiningoversomedead

Potter.

Imissyou,too.

Harryslammedthebookshut.Thiswassomecrueljoke.Hecouldn’timaginewhyMcGonagallwouldgothroughsuchlengthstoplayoutsomelongcononhim,buthewoulddefinitelybehavingwordswithher,andmostlikelyresigning.Thatnotehadclearlybeenwrittensohewouldthink…Itwascleartheyweremeanttobewrittenby…Hecouldn’tevenbringhimselftothinkit.Hiseyesstungwithtears.

“Stopit,stop,you’rebeingpathetic,”hetoldhimself,rubbingathiseyes.

Thecatventuredoutofthebedroom,meowingathim.Harrystoppedtolookather,thenwasmadeawareofadistantclickingnoisecomingfromtheentrance.Hehurriedlyduckedunderthedesk,pullinghiscloaktightaroundhim.

Heheldhisbreath.

Atall,cloakedandhoodedfigureofaboutsixfeetenteredtheroom,waterdrippingfromtherimoftheirhood.

“It’sabsolutelypissingdown,”theysaid,asthecathoppedupontothetablenexttothem.“I’mjustbackfordinner,I’llbegoingbackoutlater.Feelingabitrestless.”theycontinued,reachingouttoscratchthecat’shead.Theythenreacheduptopullbacktheirhood.Harryhadtobitehishandtokeepfromyelping.

Itcouldn’tbe.Itabsolutelycouldnotbe.Butitwas.Rightinfrontofhim,asplainasday,wasDracoMalfoy.Hewastallerthanhehadbeen,andbroaderintheshoulders.Hisskinwasincrediblypale,butnotsickly,moreporcelain-like,hischeeksahighpinkwithexertion.Hishairwasthesamewhiteblondeithadalwaysbeen,buthewaswearingitalittlelongerandnotquiteasquaffedashehadinschool.Itfellinhisfaceasheunfastenedhiscloak,andhetuckeditbehindhisear,whereitremainedforallofonesecondbeforepromptlyfallingagain.Backinschool,Malfoyhadn’twornMuggleclothesmuch,butnowheworeapairofbluejeans,agreysweater,andapairofleatherworkbootsthatlookedincrediblyoutofplaceonhim,butsomehowstillmanagedtolookputtogetherinsuchanoverwhelminglyDracoMalfoyway.

Thecatmeowed.

“Ihardlythinkthere’sachanceofanyoneseeingmewiththerainslikethis,”Dracoreplied,asthoughthecathadspoken.Hisvoice.Harryhadn’trealizedhowmuchhehadmissedituntilheheardit.Itwasstillthesameslow,drawlthathadgottenHarry’sbloodtoaboilingpointforallthoseyears,buttherewassomethingdifferentaboutit.Allit’ssharpedgeshadmeltedaway,andnowitwassomethingsoftandwelcoming.