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Dracodoesnotknowhowthingsgotsobad,sofast.

Itwasagoodparty.Thepartywasn’tforhim,andnoonewasevergoingtopullhimontoatableanddemandaspeechliketheydidforHermione,buthewashavingfun,stuckbetweenGeorgeandLuna,listeningthemtothemcarryonwiththeiroffkeyrenditionsofCelestinaWarbecksongs.Hefeelslikeheispartofthegroup,andforonce,Dracofeelslikeheisfinallyataplacewhereheiswillingtoputthepastbehindthem.

AndthenRongetsangry.

Dracohadnoticedthathewasabarelycontainedtimebomb,readytofightattheslightestprovocation,butitstillstung,becauseallhehaddonewasmakethemistakeoftakinghisguarddown,oftryingtobelong.Dracomadeajoke,andHermionewaslaughing,andthenDracowasleaningoverher,abouttostartastorythatbeganwithrememberwhenaboutoneoftheirraregoodmomentsfromHogwarts,butthenRonwasbetweenthem,shovinghimawayfromHermione,spittinginhisface.

Theroomgetsquiet,andDracodoesnotmove,juststaresdownatthewaythatRon’shandwasfistedinhisshirt,wonderingwhyhekeepsfindinghimselfinthisposition.Thisiswhatitfeltlike,Hethought,inadull,detachedsortofway.Allthosepeoplewhoyoupushedaround,thisiswhatitfeltlike.

Behindhim,Georgemakesamovetogettohisfeet,butGinnyholdshimbackwithjustatouchtothearm.Maybetheythoughtthatthiswassomethingtheyshouldn’tgetinthemiddleof.

Dracoreallydisagreed.Hewantedanyone,evenifitwassomeonethatwouldneverspeaktohimagain,torisetotheirfeetandstandupforhim,becausethisisnotfair,thisisnotright,hedidnotdoanythingwrongthistime.He’strying,damnit.

“We’renotfriends,”Ronspits,andthewordsareworsethanifhehadpunchedthem.Hisvoiceisquiet,aterriblycontrolledsilence,buteveryonecouldhear.“Lookaroundyou.Noneofthesepeopleareyourfriends.”

Hewouldnotbesayingthisifthingswerenormally,ifhewassober,ifthereweren’tthismanypeopledemandinghisattention.Itwasstressfulforhim,andithadfinallyboiledover.Dracowantedittostop,butDracocannotspeak,cannotmovetodefendhimselforwalkaway,becausehewascaughtoffguardandwasjustso,sostupid.

“Theymayhaveforgotten,theymayhaveforgivenyoujustbecauseHarryhas,butIdidn’t,okay,Irememberallthethingsyousaid,allthethingsyoudidtousbackinschool,andIrememberwhenyoustoodthereandletinnocentpeoplegetkilled.Sodon’tactlikeyourfriends,anddon’tyoutouchher.”DracocanhearasoundthatmighthavebeenadisagreementfromHermione,butDracocannotfocus,becauseeveryoneisstaringathim,andnooneisrisingtohisdefense.

“Ron—”

Itsoundedpathetic,eventohimself.Apatheticwordfromapatheticboywhocannotcontrolhisownlife.AndRonknowsit,canseehowpatheticheis,likeawormabouttobecrushed.

“Getoutmyhouse.”Thewordsaremuchlouder,andDracoflinchesaway.

Whenhestepsback,everyoneisstaring.Nooneisgoingtosavehim.Andheisnotwillingtofightback,soheturns,ignoringHermione’scriesandwrenchesthedooropen,slamsitbehindhim.

Afterthat,itiseasy,tostumbledownthestepsandoutthedoor,intothecoldnightairandcollapseagainstthebrickforamomentbeforepushingaway,downthestreet,towardstheemptinessandthequietandhome,wherenoonewouldbeabletomakehimfeellikethatagain.

Harry

HeneedstostopleavingDracoalone.

That’sthefirstthoughthehas,whenhereturnsfromthebathroomandfindseveryonestaringatRonandHermione,whowerehavingascreamingmatchinthemiddleofthelivingroom.HehearsenoughtoknowitisaboutDracoandthatDracohasleft,sohedoesn’tbothertowaitforanexplanationfromRon,justgrabshiscoatandleaves,chasingdownthatfigureinthedarknesshewashopingwasDraco.