Harryfumbledatitforamoment,andthenDracowasthere,pushinghishandsawayandputtingeverythingbackinplace,smoothingoutthewrinklesandfoldingthecollarjustthewaythatDracolikedit.“Better?”
He’sonlytwoinchesaway.Twoinches,andHarrycouldchangeeverything,buthewon’t,becausehedoesnotwantDracotopushhimawayagain.“Better.”
ThepartywasalmostasawfulasHarryhadthoughtitwouldbe.
There’sabunchofimportantpeoplethatHarrydoesn’tknowthenamesof,andtheyallwanttothankhimforhisservice,hissacrifice,hisbravery.It’sawaveofintroductionsandstoriesandnot-very-funnyjokesthatleaveshisheadspinning,andhefindshimselfturningtoDracoforsupportmorethanhecouldimagine.Dracopicksuptheslackwithoutmissingabeateverytime,askingabouttheperson’srelativesorsayingthethankyouthatHarrywassurehewassupposedtobetheonegiving,sendingthemawaysoeloquentlythattheydidn’tevenknowtheywerebeingdismissed,untileveryseemedtogetovertheshockofhavingTHEBOYWHOLIVEDintheirpresenceandlefthimalone.
“Thanks.”Harry’sbreathlesswiththeeffortofhangingontothepresent.Therewerehalfmooncircleswherehisnailshaddugintothepalmsofhishands.It’samazinghoweventhesimplestphrasecansendhimback—backtothesmellofsoilinhismouth,toamother’swhisperinhisear,thechillofthestoneinhishands,NevilleandhisswordandNagini’shead,thump,thecryMcGonagallmade,butwait,no,that’snotwhathe’sheretothinkabouttonight.“Ididn’tthinkitwouldbethatbad.”
“That?”Dracogrinsaroundtherimofhiswineglass.Heseemstobeenjoyinghimself,andforthefirsttime,Harrybegantorealizehowodditwasforthisboytolethimselfbeshutinthehousethewholeday.Hewasmeanttobaskinthelimelight.“Itwasnothing.Youshouldhaveseenmewhenfatherwaspushingforabitoflegislationtogothrough—I’dcharmthembetterthananyspellcould.”
He’sbragging.Preening,really,comingmorealivewitheachpersonhetalkedto,fallingbackintohimselfwitheverypersonthatstopslookingathimasanextensionofhisfatherandstartstoseehimashisownperson.Ifnothingelse,Harryisgladhecamejusttohavethathappen.
“Still.”Harry’snotasgoodatthisashim.Hecannotsmileforthecamerasandmakeitlooknatural,hecannotforcelaughs,andhecannotremembernamesofpeoplehedoesnotplanoneverseeingagain.“Let’sfindRonandHermionebeforetheycomeback,alright?”
Dracopoutsabit,butthenheseesthenewwaveofpeoplecomingandhastenstoagree,cuttingalinethroughthetableuntiltheyfindwhereRon,Hermione,andtherestoftheWeasleysweresitting.
“Oh,good.”Hermione’sabitpinkintheface,alittlebreathless,andHarryhastowonderifshehadrememberedtotakehercalmingdroughtbeforeshecame.MaybeRonhadn’tmanagedtotalkherinto.“They’reabouttostartthepresentation.”
“Presentation?”
“Oh,youknow.”RonleansaroundHermione.HeseemstohavedecidedtoignoreDracoaltogether,whichHarryisgratefulfor,becauseitmightbetheonlygoodsolutiontheycouldagreeon.Clearly,theyaren’tevergoingtobecomefriends.“WhereweallclapforKingsley,andeveryonethanksusandpretendsthattheywereonoursidethewholetime.”
Harrysnorts.It’sfunny,butit’salsonot,becauseit’sbeenhardtoforgetthedayswhereeveryonewouldsneerathim,wheretheyallthoughtthathewascrazyandheardvoicesjusttocoverupthetruth,howsomanyofthemhidwhilehewasleadingthefight.
“Youjusthavetosmile.”There’sahandinhis,peelingbackhisfingers,padsofhisthumbssmoothingoverwherehisnailshaddugin,likeDracowastryingtomakehispaingoaway.“That’sallyouhavetodo.”
Hekeptsmiling.
Hesmiledwhentheysaidhisname,andhesmiledwhenhewovethroughthetables.Hesmiledwhentheyreachedouttotouchhim,theirfingersbrushinghisrobes,liketheyallwantedapieceofhim,sotheycouldgohomeandtelltheirneighborsandtheirkidsandtheirrelativesthattheyhadlaidahandonhisskin,liketheyhaveaclaimtohim.HesmiledwhenheshookhandswithKingsley,eventhoughhedidn’tsmileashisbraverywasrecountedandhewastoldhewouldbeacceptingthistokenoftheirgratitudeonbehalfofallthosewhohadfoughtinthewar,andhesmiledallthewaybacktohisseat.
“Youdidit.”DracohadonlystooduptoletHarrybackintohisseat,butforamoment,Harrywasoverwhelmedwiththefeelingofgratitudeforhim.Hecouldnothavedonethiswithouthim.“You’realldone.”
Harrypulledhimintoahug,eventhougheveryonewaswatching,eventhoughhecouldhearthepopsofcamerasgoinginthesidelines,eventhoughhewasawareoftherumorsitwouldstart.Hedidn’tcare.Hecouldpretendthatitwasabrotherlyhug,eventhoughitwasnothinglikethekindhewouldhavewithRon.Theywouldalljusthavetogetoverit.
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