分卷阅读10（2 / 2）

“Youdidn’ttellmeitwasgoingtobeeverybody.”Dracosaid,butdoesn’targue,justthrowshiscoatoverthechairandrollshissleevesuptotheelbowinthewaythathecan’tknowHarrylikes.“It’snotreallymyplace.”

“You’refine,”Harrytellshimback,andheis.Truthfully,Harrydidn’tknowthateveryonewouldbehere,butmaybetheyshouldhave.Thisiswhattheyalwaysdidafterthewar,throughthereportsandthetrialsandtherebuildingandthegrief,findabaranddrinkuntiltheycan’tstandontheirown.Maybeitwasabadwayofdealingwiththings,butitwastheonlytimeshecouldrememberbeinghappyinthattimerightaftertheyear,andtheydeservedachancetobeyounganddumb,justforafewmonthsoftheirlife.

It’sallofthem.RonandHermioneareataboothsharingaplateoffriesthatneitherofthemareeating,andGinnyandLunaareslowdancinginthecornertothesongontheradio,nevermindthereportersnappingpicturesofthem.Nevillehadfoundhiswaytothebar,andGeorgewasrightbesideDraco,wherehehadalreadyseemedtobehalfwaydowntheroadtobeingadrunkenmess.Padmaandhersisterarethere,too,thespacebesidethemremindingthemallofLavender,whoshouldhavebeenherewiththembutstillwon’tleaveherhousebecauseofthescarring.Andthat’sjusttheonescloseenoughforHarrytosee.

“Iheard.”Georgesays,beingthefirstonetobreakthesilenceaboutwhytheyhadgatheredhere.“Bloodymess.”

Heseemstoregrethisuseofthewordbloodyassoonashesaidit,andtheybothkickDracounderthetablewhenhesnortsintohisdrink.“Iwenttoseethem.”Dracoperkedupatthat,staringoveratHarry,becauseHarryhadnottoldhimthat.Harryknewheshouldhave,buthecouldn’tbringhimselftotalkaboutit,withthewaythatDeanwascryingandSeamuswasnotwakingup,howbigthatcutwentalonghisarm.“Itwasawful.”

“How’sDean?”ThiswasfromNeville,whocamearminarmwithHannahAbott.HarrycouldseeHermioneandRonbehindhim,comingovertojointhegroup.

“Bad.”Harrydidn’twanttothinkaboutthat.“Iprobablywasn’thelping.GotbetteronceHermionegotthere.”

Hermionewasgoodatthingslikethat,thecomfort,thebedsidemanners.He’snotsurehowshedoesit.

“Ican’tstillcan’tbelievehewoulddothat.”Hermionesaid,comingupbehindthemall.Hervoicewasquivering,asuresignthattearswereabouttofollowifsomeonedidn’tintervene.Noonedid.

“Yes,youcan.”George’svoicecutthroughthemall,throughthenoiseandthemusicandthehissofthedrinkscomingfrombehindthebar.“Noneofusareevensurprised.”

Wearen’t,Harrythought,lookingaroundatallofthem.Howmanytimeshavetheygatheredhereafterareportorfuneralthatdredgedupsomethingawful?Theworststopsbeingsurprisingandstartsbeingsomethingthatyouhavelearnedtolivewith,afterawhile.Wearen’tsurprisedatall.

Draco

Theyareverymuchabouttobedrunk.

Draco’snotsurewhynoonehasthreatenedtothrowhimoutyet,buthethinksit’sbecausethatHarryisrightbesidehimandGeorgehastakenhimunderhiswing,likeasortofsubstitutesiblingwhenhisownaren’twithinarms’length.Whateverthereason,he’sgrateful,tohavebeenincludedinthisandnotbeenleftwaitinghomealoneforHarrytocomeback,buthecannotstandtheknowledgethatwhenthelinesweredrawnhehadfoundhimselfstandingonthewrongside,theguiltofitallclawingathim,chokinghim.

Thiswasmyfault,hethinks,whenHermionesuccumbstosomethingbetweenalaughandasobwhileleaningonDraco’sshoulder.Idonotdeservethis,whenHarrygetsdrunkenoughthatheactuallydragsDracoontothedancefloor.Youshouldnotletmebeoneofyou,heknows,butthatdoesnotstophimfromacceptingtheshotthatGeorgeshovesintohishand,drainingthesilverliquidinonegoandignoringtheburnasitgoesdown.

OnlyRonseemstothinkthatmaybeDracodoesnotbelong,butheisalsotiedtodoingwhateveritisthatHermionewants,sohedoesnotmentionit.Still,Dracocanfeelhiseyestrackinghimthroughoutthewholenight,onlylettinghisguarddownwhentheyalltumbledowntositatatabletogether,tryingtosoberupbeforetheyhavetostumblehome.

It’sHermionethatbreaksthesilencethathadsettledaroundallofthem,downingherbeerinonegoandthenslammingthebottlebackontothetable.“Ijustcan’tstandit,”Shesaid,voicetooloud,cheeksflushed,seemingnottocarethateveryonewasstaringather.“Whyistherenothingtohelpus?Nomedication,notherapy,noanything?”Shestaresatallofthemforagreementandisonlymetwithblankfaces.“Don’ttellmeyoudon’thavethatsortofthing.Evenmuggleshaveit.”

Ronreachedoutforher,butshebattedhimaway.Dracohadseenherlikethisbefore,whenshewasinthelibraryandsearchingthroughtheshelvesforthatonebook,notlettinganyonedistractheruntiltheproblemwassolved.(Theyhungoutabit,theirthirdyear,backwhenshewasontheoutswithRonandHarryandDracotookamomenttorealizehowclosetoeachother’slevelofintelligencetheyreallyare.Thatwastheyearsheslappedhim.Hetriesnottothinkaboutthat.)