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“Courseyoudon’t,it’sgotratsinit.”Harrystillwasn’thearinghim.Helikedtofixthings,Harrydid,andthiswasthebiggestprojecthecouldpossiblyundertake.“Butwecanfixthat,too.”

“No,Imean.”Draco’scryingandlaughingatthesametime,leaningintoHarryforsupport,andevenwitheverything,hestillhastimetowonderhowtheyaren’tdatingyet.“Idon’twantto.Like,Icanimaginenothingmorelikelytomakemewanttostabmyeyeballsout.”

“Oh.”

Yeah.Oh.“IthoughtI’dwalkinhereandfixitupandwhentheyearended,I’dcomebackherewithmotherandeverythingwouldbethesame.Butit’snotthesame.Nothingis.Notyou,notmyfamily,notthishouse.Anddefinitelynotme.”

They’rebothquietforamoment.

“Movingonisn’tsobad.Buthangingonisn’tcompletelyterrible,either.”Harrystoodup,andtheyfacedthatcrumblingplacetogether,ahousethathecannolongercallhishome.“Wedon’thavetodecidenow.”

“Iwanttoburnitdown.”Dracodecides,andhefeelsbetterwithaplan.“Buildsomethingelseinhisplace.Somewherehenevertouched.”

“Orwecouldkeepit.JustneedsalittleTLC.”Harrygrinsdownathim,makingDraconoticeforthefirsttimethathewasofficiallytheshorterone.“Butwhateverwe—you—decide,I’llbethereeverystepoftheway.Youwon’tbedoingitalone.”

“Together,huh?”They’vestillgottheirhandslinkedtogether.“Ilikethesoundofthat.”

“Yeah.”Harrysqueezeshishand,andtheyareoff,pickingtheirwaythroughthetallgrass,goinghome,eventhoughsuddenly,Dracowantstostay.Toshowhimthebalconythatlethimlookoutovertheoldwood,totakehimouttotheoldfountain,showhimthetreehousethatDobbyhadmagickedtogetherforhissixthbirthday.Thegoodthings,buttherewouldbetimeforthatlater.

Chapter24

Harry

Hecan’tsayno.

He’striedtothinkofwaystosaynowithoutlosingfaceeversincehegottheowl.Andtheowlafterthat.Andtheowlafterthatone,allofthemformallyrequestinghispresenceattheministryeventthatwasgoingtobecelebratingtheofficialstartofKingsley’stimeinofficeandwheretheywouldbehonoringsomeofthepeoplewhomadethisnewerapossible.Harryknewthatotherpeoplewouldbeinvited(RonandHermione,DeanandSeamus,GinnyandLunaandNeville,justamonghisfriends)butthatstilldidn’tmaketheideaofvoluntarilyputtinghimselfinthespotlightanyeasier.

“What’sthebigdeal?”Dracowasleaningoverhisshoulder,readingthroughthetenthowltheyhadsenthim,thisoneevenmoredesperatethanthelastandwritteninredinksovividthatHarrythoughtitwaslikelytocombust.“It’sjustaparty.Iusedtogotothoseallthetime.”

Draco’sfindingiteasiertotalkaboutwhatusedtobeeversincetheyhadgonetothemanor,likenowthathehadseenhispastinruinshehadnoproblemwithmovingforward.Likemaybehewasfinallygoingtostoppunishinghimself.

“Thebigdealisthatthey’regoingtoaskmetotalk.”Harryburiedhishandsinhishair,becausetherewouldbenogoodwaytogetoutofthis.Partofhimmusthavethoughtthathecouldjustignoreitanditwouldgoaway,thewayheusedtoignoretheinvitestogotoHogsmeadefromgigglinggroupsofgirlsbackatHogwarts.Thistime,though,hewouldhavetogivethemananswer,andnowthattherewasnothingtofightagainst,Harrywasfindingthathehadtroubletellingpeopleno.“AndI’mgoingtohavetostandinfrontofeveryoneandsaythankyouwhentheypresentmewithsomeaward,eventhoughtheyneverwantedtohelpmebackwhenIneededit.AndI’llhavetotalktopeopleI’venevermet,andfendofreporters,and—Merlin,I’mgoingtohavetodressup,aren’tI?”

(It’sblacktie.Ofcoursehe’sgoingtohavetodressup,whichmeansthathewasgoingtohavetogoshopping,becausetherewasnowaythatthosedressrobesfromfourthyearstillfithim,andGodknowsrunningawayfromtheworstwizardinhistorydidn’tleaveyoutimefordressingup.)

“I’mprettysureIhavesomethingyoucanwear.”Dracosatdownacrossfromhimandstartedslurpinguphiscereal.Eversincetheystartedsleepinginthesamebed,Dracohadn’twokenupinthemiddleofthenightandbeenforcedtofilluptheemptyhours,whichmeansthereisnohomecookedbreakfastwaitingwhenHarrycomesdownthestairs.Hethinksit’safairtrade.“You’rerunningoutofexcuses,Potter.”