分卷阅读45（1 / 2）

“Notthistime,”Dracosaid,holdinghimonthisdingykitchenfloor,hopingheistellingthetruth.“It’sover.”

“I’vethoughtthatsomanytimes.”Harrywasbreakingunderneathhishands,hiscomposurecrumbling,andforthefirsttimesinceHarryhadknownhim,helookedtired,tiredandyoungandsmall.“Somanytimes,Ithinkit’sdone,thatI’vewon,thatwecanallrestandbesafeandnoonehastohurtanymore,butthenIturnthecornerandthere’sjustanotherthingtofight.Iamsotiredoffighting.”

“Thendon’t.”Dracowasalmostintears.“Nexttime,don’tfight.Letsomeoneelsedoit,anyoneelse,thisisn’tyourjobanymore,Harry!”

“Thenwho’sgoingto?”Hisbreathingwasragged,hiseyesblurredwithtears.“It’sonlyeverbeenme.Meandthisfight,it’sallI’veeverknown,andifit’sgone—ifit’sreally,reallygoneDraco,forgood—whatamIthen?”Hespitsthenextwordout.“Nothing.Youcan’tbeaherowhentherearenobadguystofight.”

“Youdon’thavetobeanything.Youdon’thavetobeahero.YoujusthavetobeHarry.”Dracohadtoldhimthisbefore,hadspentnightssittingwithhisbacktotheheadboardandHarry’sheadinhislap,tryingtoconvincehimthatitwasokaytotakethistimetofindhimself,thatitwasalrightifhespenttherestofhislifedoingnothingbuttryingtomakehimselfhappy,really,afterallhehadgivenandallhehadlost.“That’senoughforme.”

Whycan’titbeenoughforyou,hethinks,butthenHarryisheavinginagreatshudderingbreathandshakingouthishair,straighteningbackupwithawaterysmile.“Thisisstupid,”hesays,wavinghishandsaroundatthemessaroundthem,perhapstalkingabouthisbreakdownormaybejusttalkingabouthislifeingeneral.“I’mjusttired.”

“Thenlet’sgotobed.”Dracostandsupandtowelsfalldownaroundhimashemoves,holdingoutahandtoHarry.

Harrystaresupathim.“Butyousaid—thetowels?”

“Bed,Harry.”Hewaveshishandathimagain,insistent.“Thingswilllookbetterinthemorning.”

Dracokeepslookingforasignthatanotherbreakdownmightbeontheway,butforallintentsandpurposes,itwaslikeHarrydoesn’trememberwhathehadsaidonthenightofthenapkins.Actually,heseemstogooutofhiswaytoavoidit,throwinghimselfintotheweddingplanningwithaferocitytorivalMrs.Weasley.It’sintenseenoughthatevenLunanotices.

“Itisveryniceofhimtodothis.Healwayswassuchanicefriend.”SheiswatchingHarryhelpGinny’smeasurementswithadeterminedlookonhisface,laughingwhenshedemandshimtorecheckitallforathirdtime,justincase.“ButIdidn’teverthinkthathewasthatintoparties.”

“Tobefair,itisn’taparty.”IfDracowasgoingtoconfideinanybodyabouttheconversation,itwouldbeLuna,buthedidn’tfeelrightaboutit.“It’sawedding.”

“Istheremuchdifference?”Lunadidn’tseemtobethatbotheredbytheideaoftheimpendingdate,whichwasonlyweeksaway,seeingastheybothwanteditdonebeforesheheadedbacktoHogwartsinthefallforarepeatofherfinalyear.Technically,shehadgraduated,butMcGonagallhaddeclaredtheoptionforrepeatyearsavailableforanyonewhothoughtthatthelastyearortwooftheireducationwasunsatisfactoryfortheirneeds.UnlikeGinny,whowasbecomingmorefranticwitheachday,Lunasimplystatedwhatshewantedandthenstuckwithit,andGinnyinevitablyagreed.“Thecleanupforbothisextremelymessy.”

Dracoopenedhismouthtoargue,andthenclosedit,becausereally,sometimesconversationswithhertookmoreenergythanheknewwhattodowith.

“Oi,Draco!”Ginnywavedhimover,andhecame,dreadingthenewtaskthatheandHermionewouldbeassignedwith.Draco’ssortofabridesmaid,thoughhe’shopingthatLunadoesn’tdemandthathewearsadress.“Whatdoyouthinkofthenewcolorscheme?Lunapickedit.”

Itwasblueandpink,bothinterriblygarishshades,andbothwouldclashterriblywithGinny’shair.Acrosstheroomfromthem,Fleurwaslookingverycross,becauseshehadbeentryingtopawnoffsomeofthepreviouslyruinedandnowrepaireddecorationsthatwouldhavebeenusedattheendofherownweddingreception,haditnotbeeninterruptedbythedeatheatertakeoveroftheministry,andLunahadsaidthatshewouldneverhavesomethingsoshinyatherownwedding,thatitwouldattracttoomanymagicalbugsthatnooneintheroomhadheardofbefore.

“Don’tworry.”Hecouldfeelaheadacheswellingupbehindhistemples.Nowthathispotionswerewindingdown,hewasdesperatelyinneedofaproject,buthethinkshecouldhavefoundaneasierone.“I’lltalktoher.”

Theygethomelate,afterthecolorschemehadmadeitsfinalchangetocolorsthatwerelesspainfultotheeyes,aftertheyhadconvincedLunatomakeanappointmenttobefittedforanactualweddingdress,andafterGinnyhadpickedacakeandchargedDracowiththetaskofgoingtoorderit.AndGodhelpyouifthere’sasinglefrostedroseoutofplace,shehadsaid,whichwasmuchlessfrighteningthanhemighthavefounditafewmonthsagobutstillworrisome.

“Merlin,canyoubelieveallthat?”Harrywasyankinghisjumperupoverhisheadwhilewalkingatthesametime,andhestumbledoverthekitchenchairthathehadleftpushedoutintheentrancethatmorning,thenwalkingonlikehehadn’t.“Bloodyhell,there’ssomuch,andhandwritteninvitations,lord,I’llbestuffingallthoseintoenvelopesforhourswhileyouwritethem,won’tI?”Hisheadpopsintosightagainandhesmiles.“GoodthingIlikeyousomuch.”