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Still,itwasdifferentwhenitwasjustDraco,wherehecouldmakeasmanymistakesashewantedwithoutanyonewatching,andhecouldtakeupthewholekitchen,anddidn’tfeestrangeaboutturningontheradiotoCelestinaWarbeck.WhenHarrywashere,itwaslikehewasalwayswatching.Dracofelthiseyesonhim,likeaticklerightbetweenhisshoulderblades.

Hedoesn’taskhimwhyhewashere.Clearly,theconversationoflastnighthadnotbeendrunkennonsense,butsomethingthathehadbeenmullingoverforawhile.AndDracohadmeantit,whenhetoldhimthatmaybeitwastimehelearnedwhatitwasliketobejustHarry.Hewasn’tabouttochasehimoutofhisownkitchen,incasethatstoppeditfromhappening.

TheystandinsilenceuntilDracoissatisfiedthatthepancakesaredone,andthedolesthemoutontoplates,sittingdownacrossthetablefromhim.He’salmostnervous,sittingthere,andhecantellthatHarryistoo.

“Isentmyresignationoutwithmorningpost.”Harrytalksaroundamouthfuloffood,hidingbehindthepaper,likethatcouldmakethislessimportant,lesslifealtering.“Shouldhavegotitbynow.”

Dracodidn’treallyknowwhattodowiththat,butthesickpartofhiminthebackofhisheadthatwantedtokeepHarryalltohimselfmadehisbreathingcatch.Home.Safe.Mine.Butthat’swasn’tright.Harrywouldneverbesafe,thisplacewouldnotbeahomenomatterhowmuchDracocleanedit,andHarrywouldneverbelongtohim.Wouldneverwanttobelongtohim.

“Good.”Itwasalameresponse.EverythingDracosaysisalameresponse,withalltheserevelationsHarrykeepsdumpingonhim.“Haveanotherpancake.”

Harry

Hedoesn’tfeelguiltyaboutit,exactly.

Really.Thethoughtofnotwantingtobeanauroroccurredtohimawhileago,beforeDracoevencametostay,ononeofthenightswherehewascreepingthroughhisownhome,lookingforbreakinsthatweren’tpossible.Hehadcheckedthelocksthreetimes,hadKreachersenseoutanyintruderstwiceandcouldn’tstomachthethoughtofaskingagain.Andherealizedthatifthiskeptgoing,hewasgoingtoturnintothepersonMad-EyeMoodywasbeforethesecondwar,thekindthateveryonethoughtwascrazybecausehecouldnotlivewithoutthefight.

Harrydidn’twantthat.Hewantedtofindsomepeace,ifjustforalittlewhile.

ThethinghedoesfeelguiltyaboutisleavingRonbehind.Hehadtoldsenthimanowllastnightbeforethedrinkingstarted,tellinghimhewouldn’tbeintoworktomorrow.Thenheaskedifhewouldmeetforlunch,becausehewantedtotalkaboutsomethings.ButitturnsoutthatDracotookcareofallthetalkingandworkingthroughthings,andallthatwasleftforHarrytoconfessit.

Ron’snotlate.Hehasn’tbeenlatetoanythingsincethewarended,becauseHermionehadoncebeeninconsolablewhenhedidn’tcomehomeontime.Shehadthoughtthathehadbeentaken,murdered,rightattheendofthings.Rondidn’tblameher,sonowhe’spunctual.

Foronce,Harryhateshim.There’shalfamomentasRonsayshiandunwindsthescarffromhisneckthatHarrywantstoflee.JustturnandrunwhenRonhashisbackturnedtoplacehisorder.Buthedoesn’t.

“Sowhat’sup?”Ronlooksconcerned.They’vealllearnedtobegentlewithoneanother,butRonisstillmorelikelytothrowapunchforyouthenbeashouldertocryon.

(Honestly,Ronald,you’reawizard,Hermionehadtoldhim,thelasttimeshewasmendinghisbrokennose.It’dgobetterforyouifyou’drememberyourwand.)

It’stheconcernthatgutsHarry.Theyhadbeeninthistogether,fromtheverybeginning,whentheysatdowntogetherinthesametraincompartment.Theystartedthislongridetogether,andnowHarrywastryingtogetoffearly.Buthehadto.“I’vegotsomethingtotellyou.”Ron’sgothiseyebrowsraised,andHarryknowsthatwhateverhethinkshewillhearnext,itwillnotbethis.“Iquittheaurorprogram.”

ThereactionisnotasloudasHarryhadbeenexpecting.HecountsitasagoodsignthatRonleansacrossthetabletowhisper-yellintohisfaceinsteadofflippingthetable.Maybeitwastheshock.“What?”Ablink,andthenasmile,likehewashalfhopingthatHarrywasjoking.“Why?”

“Idon’tknow.”Heraiseshishands,realizesthatmightdrawattention,andthenliesthemflatonthetable.“Inevergotthechancetochoose,youknow?Noneofusdid.Wejustgotthrustintothefight.”

Rondidn’tgetit.Hewasallanger,now.Thiswastheonlythingheknew.“So?”