Incidentally,Dracowasatalossforwords.Hewasn’tsureifitwastheUnbreakableVoworthefactthatPotterhadleftnospacebetweenthem.Maybeitwassomethinginbetweenthetwo.AllhecoulddowasconcentrateonbreathingandactivelyfocusonasmallfiberofsomethingcaughtinthepurpleshagcoatonHarry’sshoulder.
Hedidn’twanttothinkabouthowHarry’sfrustratedreactionlitsomethinginsideofhim,orhowmessedupthatmadehimfeel.Dracoknewwhatlovewas.Heknewwhatitmeanttobetetheredtosomeoneandyearnfortheirhappinessandsafety.TherewerethosehelovedlikehismotherorPansy.Heknewofdesire,ofbuildinguptotheedgeofoblivionandthenshatteringoneselfafteramomentofitstouch.WhilemanypeoplewouldstatethatwhatDracoandHarrymighthavefeltintheirpastwashatetowardeachother,Dracodisagreed.Suchapowerfulemotionlikehatredhadfewfacets,towishharmuponsomeone,retribution,revenge,andthecompletedismantlingofeverythingthatpersonbothlovedanddesiredbeforetheirveryeyes.Ashe’dcometounderstandtheminthatmoment,Draco’sfeelingsforHarryweren’texactlylove,desire,orhatebutinsteadamaddeningcombinationofallthree,neverstayingconstant,alwayschangingwiththeflickerofastareorthewitoffatongue.
Thethreadshesawthatconnectedthemseemedtoprovehispointinthewaythey’dchangedeverytimetheytouched,argued,agreed,orsomehowcomfortedtheother.
“Well?”Harrybreathed.
“Ithinkyouknowtheanswertothat.”Dracomethiseyes.“Ithinkyou’veknownforawhile,youjustcouldn’tadmitit.”
HarryletgoofDracoandturnedaway.“What’sthatsupposedtomean?”
Thelossofcontactalmosthurt.“I’mnotabloodymindhealer,Potter,howthefuckwouldIknowwhatgoesoninyourscar-addledhead?”Dracorolledhiseyesandshookhishead.HeneededtotellHarrythetruth,andheneededtokeepalevelhead.“BecauseifI’mnotinoppositiontoyou,thenitmustmean,onsomelevel,I’mwithyou.”DracowatchedasHarry’schestrelaxed,shiftingtosomethingrhythmicandmoreeven.HiscalmseemedtoreachacrosstheroomandpullDracotowardhim.
“Sometimes,”Harrystartedtosaybutstopped.HeturnedandgazedatDraco,whoalmostgaspedatthedisillusionmenthefoundwithinthem.“SometimesitfeelslikeIknoweverythingaboutyou,andsometimesitfeels—”heshookhishead“—itjustfeelslikeitwillneverbeenough.”
“I’mcursed,”Dracorushedout.Hethoughtbrieflyitmight’vebeenHarry’srawhonestythatcompelledhimtotelloneofhislastsecrets.Harry’seyeswentwideandhetookasteptowardDraco,whoshookhisheadandbithislip.“Thereweresixofuscursed,”heexplained.“Grangerincluded.”
HarrygrabbedDraco’shand.“Whatsortofcurse?Areyoutwoindanger?”
“Eachcurseisdifferent,Ican’tspeakforhers,butmineis—well,it’shardtoexplain.It’slikeIcanseeFate.Iseethethreadsbetweenpeople.”
Potterwasquietforalongtime,buthishandremainedfirmlywrappedaroundDraco’s.“Soallthatnonsenseaboutfatehavingwovenustogether,”Potterstarted.
“Turnsoutit’snotnonsense.”
“Sothesethreads,”Pottersaid.“There’soneconnectingus?”
“Youcouldsaythat,”wasallDracocouldbringhimselftosay.HowcouldhetellHarry?Howcouldhefindthewordstoexplainthethickestthreadshe’dseenwerethefourthattetheredthemtoeachother?
PotterspokeupsoDracowouldn’thaveto.“Isitbecauseofthecase?We’remeanttodothistogether?”Dracoknewhisfacewasbetrayinghim.“Notthecasethen.”
Dracodecidedtoexplainwhatheunderstoodaboutthreadsingeneralities.“Idon’tseethemallthetime.Theyappearinmomentswheretheconnectionsarerelevantorsimplyclose.Therearethreadsforpastlinks,present,andfuture.Threadsforlove,hate,orrather—variationsoflightanddarkness.Ittakesabitoftimetolearnthegradients,thecolors,andtheirmeaning.”Dracotookabreath.“Ithink—becauseI’mapersonwithmyownconnections,notanoutsideforce—Ifeelpulledtocertainthreads,drawnforwardtoactinserviceofmyowninevitabledesign.”
“Sotherearemultiplethreadsbetweenus?”Pottertookastepcloser.Dracocouldbarelybreathe.SuddenlytheywereinchesapartandallhecouldfocusonwasthefervencyinPotter’sgaze.
“Past,”Draconodded.
“I’dimagine,”Potter’slipsquirked.
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