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“Youeverthinkaboutthat?”Theyarewalkinghome,eventhoughtheycouldapparate,becausethisisoneofthosenightswhereyoudonotwanttogohome,thatyouwanttoprolongforaslongasyoucan.“Marriage?”

“AboutasmuchasIthinkabouttherestofthefuture.”It’sacopoutkindofanswer,andDracoknowsit,sohetriesagain.“Icanneverquitepictureit.ThefuturegetsallfuzzywheneverIwanttoformaclearimage,likemaybeI’mstillnotusedtotheideathatI’mgoingtogettohaveit.”

“Butifyouwere.”Harryinsists.HeisshorterthanDraconow,becauseDracoisbalancingonthecurblikeitisatightrope,armsspreadoutintheairbesidehim.“Whatwoulditbelike?”

“Terrifying,Ithink.”Dracodoesthinkaboutit,aboutahouseandkidsbutnoneofthedetailscomeinclear,otherthanthefactthathewouldhaveabrokendownoldshedforhispotionssuppliesandoneofhiskidsshouldbenamedafterhisfather,todorightwherehehaddonewronglikesometwistedformofredemptionthathisownfatherwouldnottrytoreachfor,andwheneverhethinksofthepersonheisgoingtospendhislifewiththeyhavestartedtohaveHarry’sface,now,sodifferentfromthelifehehadthoughtofafewyearsago,wherehewasthinkingintermsofappearanceandheirsandlegacy.“Totrustsomeonethatmuch.”

“Wouldn’titbeworthitthough?”Harry’svoiceisquieterthanitshouldbe,likethewordswerebeingknockedloosefromsomewhereinhischest.“Tohavesomeonethatyoulovesomuch?”

Dracodoesn’tanswer.Heslipsandstumblesbutdoesnotfall,becauseHarryisthere,puttinghishandsonhiswaistandpullinghimdowntothesolidgroundatthesametimeheispushinghimupright,helpinghimstandingagain.

“Ithinkso.”Dracowhispers,givinghimananswerwithoutsayinganythingatall,eventhoughhethinksnowwouldbeaperfecttimetosayIloveyou,Ineedyou,pleaserunawaywithme.“I’mstillfiguringthatpartout.”

Chapter29

Draco

Itupsetshim,thathe’sstillgoodatthis.

It’slikethatnomatterhowmuchyoutrytofightagainstit,somepartofyougrowsuptobethepersonthatyourparentswere.Thatnomatterhowmuchyouwantyourlifetobedifferent,destinyhasawayofbindingyoubythewristsanddraggingyoutoyourfateanyways,likeitdoesn’tmatterwhatchoicesyoumakeorthethingsyoutrytofeel.Thatevenwhenyouareworkingdesperatelytowardsbecomingsomethingmore,youlookinthemirroronedayandfindthatthefutureyouhavebeenplanningforisalreadyhere,anditlooksnothinglikeyouwanteditto.

Likeoneday,yougetdressedupforapartythatyoufriendinvitesyoutoandyouhappentoglanceupinthemirrorasyouaredoingupyourtieandrealizethatsomehow,despiteyourbestefforts,youhaveturnedintoyourfather.

Dracowantstoripoffthesuitassoonashenotices,becausehedoesnotwanttobethetypeofpersonwhoknowshowtokeepupappearancesanymore,andhedoesnotwanttobethekindofguywholookslikeheisalwayspreparingforaphotoshoot.Hedoesn’twanttospendtonightattheministry,either,becausehewillinevitablyfallbackintothestepsofaconversationhehadlearnedlongago,alessonthatwasboughtbyhisparents’money,backwheneveryoneknewtheirnames,evenifthistime,hewouldcircletheroomwithHarrybyhisside.Itisstilltoomuchofthesame—thesameplaceandthesamepeopleandthesameconversationhehadmemorizedbackwhenhewasachildandDracohimself,stillthesame.

“Youlookamazing.”Harrymeetshiseyesinthemirror.“Truly.”Hebendsintopressakisstoaspotrightbelowhisear,aspotthathehadfoundlastnightandseemedoverjoyedtohavediscovered.Theystillarenottalkingaboutit,whentheydothingslikethis,liketheyreallyhaveconvincedthemselvesthatthismeanstheyareonlyfriends.OrmaybetheyshiftedfromfriendstosomethingmorewithoutDraconoticing,andhewastheonlyoneconfusedaboutthelabels.“Amazing.”

Hehandsoutcomplimentsliketheydon’tcosthimanything.Atbreakfast,outshopping,whentheyclimbintobed.Harryloveseasy.Dracowisheshecouldsaythesame.

“Wedon’thavetogo.”Harryadds,afterDracohaddonenothingbutstareathimforafewmoments,longenoughforDracotoredoHarry’stieandcufflinks,becauseaftereighteenyearsofwearingnothingfancierthanasweater,heseemstohaverefusedtolearnhowtoputthoseonproperly.“Wecouldstayhome.Hide.”

Itwastempting,exceptforthefactthatHermionewasgivingaspeechandwantedDracotheretoseeit,andthiswasonpersonalinvitationofPercy,whohewasactuallyfondofhim,andGeorgewouldbethere,andGinnysaidthatthesethingswereeasierforGeorgetotakewithDracobyhisside.

(Draco’sgrownveryfondofGeorge.they’reactuallyfriendsnow,honesttogod,theonesthatsitinapubandtalkevenwhentheydon’tfeellikedrinkingthemselvestodeath.Dracowouldliketothinkit’shisnaturalcharm,butmorelikely,GeorgewasjustgratefulforsomeonewhohadneverknownhimasanattachmentofFred.)