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Harry’swaitingforhiminthelivingroom.Helookslost,standingthere,likehecan’tquitefigureoutwhathe’sdoingorwhyhewouldbestandingthere,stillpreparingforthenextthreat.Adrenalinehighscandothattoyou.

“Youalright?”Dracowantedtogotohim,buthealsoknewthatcompanymightnotbewelcome,sohehungback.

“Yeah.”Harrysmiled,eventhoughhiseyeswerestilldartingaroundtheroom.Dracohadthefeelingthatthiswouldbeoneofthenightswherehewokeuptothesoundoffootstepscreakingontwistedfloorboards,wherehewouldpretendnottoknowthatHarrywasupandabout,checkingthelocksandtheshadowedcornersforintruders.“I’msorryImadeyouworry.”

“Don’tthinkaboutme.”Dracodughisfingersintotheblanketonthecouch,buryingthemdowntotheknuckles.It’seasiertohaveconversationslikethiswhenthere’ssomethingtoholdonto.“Youdowhateveryouhaveto.”

“Alwaysdo.”

Harrystilllookedlost,andnowhelookedalittlebitteraboutthewholething,soDracothoughtitwouldbeokaytocirclethecouchandcomeuptohim.Hehesitatesbeforegettingcloser,butthenhereachesoutandgrabsHarry’shand,swinginghisarmbackandforthbetweenthem.

ItdrawsHarrybacktothemoment,alittle.Hestilllookslost,butthere’ssomethingclearerabouthisexpressionwhenheraiseshisfreehandtobrushagainstDraco’scheek,rightoverwherethefrostingwas.

He’sprobablyjustsmearingitaround,Dracothinks,bitingdownonhislip.Thisisnothelpinganything.

(Shit,it’snot.He’stheonewhothrewthefitaboutnotbeinganythingmorethanroommates,andhereheis,actinglikearightarsebygettingallupinhisface.)

“I’mgoingtocomebackhome,youknow.”Harrywhispers,andDracowantstobackup.HealsowantstoinvestinsomeofthoselightballsthatHermionehasatherplace,becausecandlelightissonothelping.“Who’sgoingtotakecareofyouifI’mnothere?”

Youdon’teventakecareofmenow,Dracothinks,butthat’salie,soheamendsittoIdon’tbelongtoyou,which,dependingonwhatwayyoulookatit,isalsoalie.

“ProbablyLuna.”Stoptalking.Stepaway.Talkaboutthedamncake,atleastkillthemood,willyou?“She’lladoptme,stickmeinwiththegnargles.”

Harrylaughs,duckinghisheaddowntohidehisexpression,buryinghisfaceinDraco’sshoulder.Dracostiffensandtriestostandasstillashecan,digshisfingersintothebackofHarry’ssweateruntilhestraightensupagain.Whenhedoes,hisfaceisalotcalmer,likethechaosofthebattlehadfinallybeenknockedoutofhim.

“Yeah.”He’slettinggo,steppingaway,andDracowantstopullhimback.Kisshim,youidiot,weren’tyoujustthinkingaboutallthethingsyouwouldnevergettosayifhedidn’tcomehome,butno,thiswasnotadecisiontomakeatfourinthemorning.Thistime,therewasnodrinkstohidebehind,nopotiontoblameiton,nofriendstotearthemapart.Here,now,itwasonlythetwoofthemandwhateveractionstheytookwouldhaveverylastingimpressions.“Probablywould.”

Harryisstillwaiting.Dracoisstillhopingthathe’llbethefirsttowalkaway,sothatforonce,Dracodoesn’thavetolooklikeacoward.

(Heisn’t.)

(Dracoalwaystheonewholeaves.Hedoesn’tseewhythatshouldchangeanytimesoon.)

Chapter21

Draco

Harry’soutsavingtheworld,andthistimeDracocan’tquitestomachthethoughtofspendingallnightaloneinthisflat,wonderingwhatmightbehappeningandhavingnowaytohelp,soheleaves,promisinghimselfthathehadalifebeforehegotcaughtupinallofHarry’sheroics,andhehadarighttohavealifenow.Hehadmadenopromisetostayhereandwaitliketheworriedwife,sohecouldleave,damnit,gooffandfindhisownfunsinceHarrywouldn’tlethimhelp,claimingthatitwastoodangerous,andhehadallthepeopleheneeded.