分卷阅读11（1 / 2）

“Butwe’renotmuggles,love,”Ronsaidgently,liketheyhadthisconversationbefore.Andmaybetheyhad,justdifferentversionsofit,aboutanimalwelfareandmugglerelationsandhouseelfrights.“Wedon’thaveanyofthat.”

“Well,weshould.IbetIcoulddoit.It’djusttakealittleappliedscienceandpotions.”AndthensuddenlyHermioneisturningtohimandreachingacrossthetabletograbathisarm,likehehadn’tcalledhermudbloodandspatinherfaceandwatchedashisaunttorturedherforinformationshewouldnevergive.“You’llhelpme,won’tyou?”

Later,Dracowouldlookbackonthismomentandbegratefulforit.Atthemoment,hewasonlymortifiedthatshewouldeventhinktoask,horrifiedatallthefacesthathadsuddenlyswiveledtolookathim.Hedidn’tknowwhattosay.

ButthenhethoughtofHarryandhissleepingdraughts.OfGeorgeandtheemptyspacesontheshelves.OfSeamus’rippeduparm,ofLuna’snightmares,hisownincessantcleaningofahousethatwasnothistocarefor.Hethoughtaboutallofthatwassortofhisfault,inawarpedsenseoftheworld,andmaybeitwastimehetrytomakeupforit.

Andhefoundhimselfsayingyes.

Harry

Theytakethenightbushome,becausetheyareafraidtoapparrate,andfindthemselvesstumblingthroughthefrontdooratthreeinthemorning.He’strippingoverhisowntwofeet,andhehearsDracoknockoverthatstupidumbrellastandhecouldn’tbringhimselftoevenmove,andthenapairofhandswascoveringhis,helpinghimpeelofhisjacket.

“Letme.”Harrycouldn’treallyseehim,butthewhispercamefromcloseby.Hethoughtaboutreachingout,butthenthehandsweregoneandsowashisjacket,andheknewthatDracohadsteppedaway,leavingasfastashecame.

“Icouldhavedoneit.”

“No,youcouldn’thave.”Dracowassnickeringathim,butitwasdifferentfromthewayHarryexpectedittosound.Itwasn’ttauntinganymore,justfond,likeDracocouldn’tbelievehegottobefriendswithsomeonewhoactedlikethis.“You’reactuallyprettydrunk.”

Andmaybehewas.Harry’sbeentoldthatheneverknowshe’sdrunkuntilhe’sreallydrunk.

(Hermionecallsitsocialdrinking,saysit’sabadthing.Roncallsitagoodtime.)

“Good.”Isheslurring?He’snot.MaybeDraco’stheonewhocan’ttellwhenpeoplearedrunk.“Iwantedtobe.”

Silence,abeattoolong,becauseeventhoughtheywerejusthappy,Harrywentandbroughtthebadthingbacktothefrontoftheirminds.Hedidn’twanttodothat,becausethatmeantthinkingaboutDeanandSeamus,ofDeanholdingSeamus’limphand,thewayhelethisthumbtraceoverthefrecklesonSeamus’knuckleswithoutlooking.Hedidn’thavetolooktoknowwheretheywere.

Itmakesalumpforminhisthroatbutheswallowsitdown,blinksjustincasethereweretears.Hedoesnotcry.Hewillnotcryoverthis,whenSeamusisnotdead,whenSeamusisgoingtobeperfectlyfineassoonasthepotionskickin.

(Hewillnotbefine,hewasneverfine,willneverbefine,noneofthemeverwereorwillbefine.Hedoesnotknowwhatokayissupposedtofeellike.)

“I’msorryaboutyourfriend.”Draco’svoicecutsthroughthesilence,anditisobviousthatheisfumbling,tryingtomakethisbetter.“It’sshitty.”

Harrysortoflikedthat,eventhoughheknewthatDracowasprobablywrackinghisbrainstocomeupwithsomethingbetter.Noblame,nodemands,nonothing.Foronce,herewassomeonewhowasnotturningtoHarrytofixit,andjustwantingtoseeifhewasokay.

“Yeah,”HarryclearshisthroattomakehisvoiceworkandclapsDracoontheshoulder,tryingtomakethisfeellikeitwasaconversationbetweentwomates,boyswhoarejustfriendsanddon’twanttobeanythingless.Ithasn’tfeltlikethatinawhile.“Shitty.”