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“Ireallydon’tthinkIwanttobeanauroranymore.”

Hiswordsbreakupthesilence,andDracounderstandswhatallthedrinkingwasabout,theclinginess,thenotwantingtobealone.Ithadnothingtodowithhimatall.

(Butitdid.Ithadeverythingtodowithhim,withthebothofthem,andheknowsit.)

“Thendon’t.”Theanswerseemedsosimplewhenhesaiditlikethat,eventhoughheknewitwasanythingbut.Harrywasnotaboywhowasraisedtostopfighting.Helivedhislifeasasoldierforawarhedidn’tknowexistedfromtheverymomenthewasborn.

“Idon’tknowhowtobeanythingelse.”

“Thendon’tbeanything.”Don’tyouthinkyou’vegivenenough?Isn’tittimethatyougotachancetorest,tofigureoutwhatlifeiswhentherearenowolvessnappingatyourhellsandkeepingyourunning?“JustbeHarry.”

“Idon’tknowwhothatis.”

Theconfessionsyoumakewhenyouaredrunkarealwaysthesortofthingsyouwouldneversaywhilesober.That’sthewholeentirepurposeofdrinking,tofindthetruthbehindtheliesyoutellyourself.

“Ido.”It’sonlybecausehewascertainHarrywouldn’trememberthatgrabbedholdofhishandandpressedakisstothebackofhisknuckles,stillwonderingthathegotthechancetodothis.Hedoesnotfeellikehedeservesit,still.“I’llhelpyoufindhim.”

Chapter12

Draco

Dracowakesupthenextmorningonthefloorbeneaththecouch,wearingclothesthataren’this.HehasafuzzymemoryofstumblingoutofthebathroomintoHarry’sroom,andHarrysayingsomethingaboutnevergettingtohavethecheesy,traditionalkindofsleepover,andthenthetwoofthemtryingtofigureouthowtohaveamovienightwhenHarryistoodrunktoreadanyofthebuttonsandDracohadneverevenseenaDVDplayerbefore.

Itwasagoodnight,evenifhe’ssurethatitwillcomebacktobitetheminawayhecan’tfigureout.Buthe’sokaywiththat,becauseHarryis…Harryissomewhere,andDracoishere,andhe’sgotalldaytodealwiththis.Hewouldstartbycleaningupthebathroom,andthentothebedroom,andthenhewouldsitandthinkupaplanofactiontoexplainwhyhefelttheneedtoclimbintothebathtubwithHarry(andwhichoneofthemstartedthat?Thetwoofthem,honestly).

Itwasagoodplan,onethatmadesomesemblanceofcontrolsinkintohisbones.Itwouldhaveworked,too,ifhehadn’troundedthecornerintothekitchenforacupofcoffeeandfoundHarryatthekitchentable,staringdownattheDailyProphetlikeitmightholdsomeanswers.

“Hey.”Dracostopsshort,wantingtoturnarounduntilhehasamomenttocollecthimself,butthenthinksthatitwouldmakethingsevenmoreawkwardthanhewasalreadymakingthem.Theonlythingforitwastopretendlikenothingwaswrong.“Youhungry?”

Harryfinallylooksupfromthepaper.Heisclearlyexhausted,buthestillmanagestosmileattheoffer.“Icouldeat.”Harry,atleast,doesnotseemtothinktherewasanythingstrangeaboutwhattheydidlastnight.MaybeDracowastheonlyone.Maybethisiswhatmatesdid,whentheyhadnormalchildhoods.

(Normalchildhoods.Right.CauseHarrydefinitelyhadanormalchildhood.)

Dracojustnods,andthencrossestheroomtogettothecounter,yankingoutbowlsandingredients.Itwouldbeeasiertomakeitwithmagic,butDracohadfoundthatdoingitthemugglewaywasadifferentsortofsoothing,almostlikepotions.Plus,ittastedbetter.