分卷阅读53（1 / 2）

Mostlybecauseitcomesquickerthanheexpecteditto.Hermionehadtoldhimnottothinkofitasanending,butHarryhadahardtimefindinganotherwordforit,whenboxingupthepiecesofhishousefeltlikeboxinguppiecesofhimself,too,oldbaggagethatheshouldhaveshovedintostoragealongtimeagofinallybeingletgoofandalltheoldghostsofthewarfinallyfindingsomethingthatfeelslikepeace,settlingdownintohisskinwherehecan’tevenfeelthemanymore.

Somethingscanend,hethinks,lookingupatthenewceilingoverhisheadandreachingouttowherehecanfeelDraconexttohim.Thatdoesn’tmeanthateverythinghasto.

“Youreallyneedtogotosleep.”Draco’svoiceisnothingmorethanamurmur,thewordsslurredfromthewaythatheisburiedintothepillow.Theyhavebeenlyingherefortwohoursnow,butHarrycannotgettosleep,notwheneverynerveinhisbodyisawakeandready,notabletosettleinthisnewplace.Therearesomanycornerstocheckforcracks,somanyshadowsthatcouldshapeintomonstersatanymoment.AndaslongasHarrycannotsleep,Dracocannotsleep,sousedtohavinghiseasybreathingtosetthepaceforthenight.“Theweddingisinlikefourhours.”

Thewedding.He’dalmostforgotten.Lunahadthoughtitwassortofsymbolicforthefourofthem,thatthesenewchaptersoftheirliveswouldbothbestartingatthesametime,butHarryjustthoughtitwassortofaggravating.BothheandDracowereheavilyinvolvedintheweddingplanning,andalmostsolelyresponsibleforthepacking(thoughwhenHermioneisstressedfromwork,shesometimescomesoverwithalabelmakerandpretendsit’sbecauseshedoesnottrusttheirabilities,butthatexcuseworksbetterwithHarryandRonthanHarryandDraco),whichmeantthatthelastfewweekshadbeennothinglessthanhectic.Itseemslikehehadn’tevenbeabletofindtimetobreathe.

“Youmeanwecan’tjustsleepthroughtheceremony?”Harryrubbedathiseyesuntilitstung,wonderingifitmightjustbemoreprudenttostayupthroughthenightanddrainagallonofcoffeeinthemorning.“It’swhatIwasplanningtodo.”

“Probablynot,seeingaswe’resittinginthefrontrow.”

Harrysnorted.“Lunawouldn’tmind.”

“ButGinnywouldkillyou.”

Harrybarksoutalaugh,andthenquietsagain,tryingtoforcehimselftosleep.Italmostworks,butthenDracoistalkingagain,hishandsearchingoutforHarry’ssohecansqueezeittight.“Youneedtoknowsomething.”Hisvoiceisalittlebitbreathless,alittlebitstrangled,andalittlebitscared.“Iprobablyloveyou.”

Hehadn’tsaidityet,eventhoughHarryhad.Hadn’tsaidit,eventhoughtheybothknewthetruth.Hadn’tsaiditbecause,astheboggartproved,hewasstillterrifiedoftrustingwhatheknowstobetrue.Harryhadn’tmindedthewait.Butthis?Thiswassomuchbetter.

“Okay.”

“Imean,I’mprettysureIdo.IthinkIdo.”There’sasmileinhisvoice,andnowDracoisnotafraidanymore,apparentlycomfortedatHarry’scontinuedpresencebesidehimandthefactthathewasn’ttryingtomakeanygranddeclarationsofhisown.“Hardtotell.”

“Howcertainareyou,then?”Wedothingsabitbackward,iswhatHarryisthinking,buthe’snotreallybotheredbyit,notwhenhecanrollovertohoverontopofDraco,smilingdownathim.“Like,agoodbit,oronlyasmallbit?”

“Agoodbit.”Dracopretendedtothink.“Atleastninety-fivepercent.”

“Ninety-five?”Harrybitbackalaughagain.“IthoughtI’dbeworthninety-seven,atleast.”

“Maybeninety-eight.”

There’snothingmuchtosay,afterthat,sotheyjuststareateachother.HarryhalfexceptsDracotoshyawayafterhisdeclaration,buthedoesn’t,juststretchesoutbeneathhimliketherewasnothingscaryaboutthisintheleast.

“HeyHarry?”Hisvoiceissofternow,nojoking.

“Yeah,Draco?”