分卷阅读55（1 / 2）

Heistryingforajoke,butherfacebitesdowninafrown,justforamoment,andhefeelsbad.“Don’tbestupid,Harry.”Everyonekeepstellinghimthat.Her,Ron,Hermione,Draco.Youwouldhavethought,afterallthistime,hewouldhavemanagedtogetsmarter.“You’reoneofthemostimportantpeopleinmylife.Justasimportantasthoseidiots.”Shejerksherheadtowardsherbrothers,whoareallroaringwithlaughteratsomethingthatHermionehadsaid,whowasbrightredandprobablyspoutingoffabouttherightsofsomeobscuremagicalanimal.“Iloveyou,HarryPotter.”

“Ginny.”Hewantshertostop.Hewantstohearthiswhenheisnotstandinginfrontofsomanypeople.Hewants,foramoment,togobacktofifteenyearoldHarryPottersittingattheDursleysonthefirstdayofsummerreelingfromthefreshcutofSirius’deathandpromisehimthatyes,itdoesgetbetter.“Don’t.”

“Ineedtosayit.Iloveyou,andforaslongasweareonthisearth,we’realwaysgoingtobefightingforeachother.Becausethat’swhatpeoplewhomeansomethingtoeachotherdo.”Sheisfightingbacktears,anditseemsimpossible,thatshecouldmakeitthroughhervowsbutisnowcryingoverhim.“IknowyouhaveRon,andHermione,butIdon’t—didn’t—havemanypeopletocountonoutsideofmyfamily.Youwereafirstforme,HarryPotter.”

“Ithinkfriendloveisbetter,sometimes.”Harrydoesnotwanttosaythathelovesher.Cannotmakehimselfsayit.He’dsaiditbefore,andthenithadchangedrightinfrontofhiseyes,likewaterthroughhispalms,andhehadn’tevenmissedit.“Canbreakyourheartjustasbad.”

“It’sthesame.”Hereyesareblazingagain.“Butdifferent.”

Itshouldn’tmakesense.Itshouldn’tmakesense,butitdoes,becausethisisGinny,andaboveallthingshehasalwaysbeenabletounderstandwhatGinnymeans.Itmakeshimsadforamoment,becausethisisthelasttimeitwillbelikethis,hisonelastchanceofbeingpartoftheHarry-and-Ginnyshowuntiltheygooffontheirseparateways.That’sthepriceofgettingolder.Sooftenmovingontendstolooklikelettinggo.

(Thoughmaybethat’sthewholepointofthis.Maybethat’swhatshe’stryingtotellhim,thattheywon’tletthemselvesfadeawayfromeachother,becauseshewillreachforhimandhewillreachforherandthey’llneverletgo,notreally.)

“Weneverwererightforeachother,”Ginnysaid,thetwoofthemrevolvinginacircleonelasttimeasthesongdiesdown,thefacesofthepeoplewholovedthemflashingbyastheymaketheircircle.“ButIthinkwe’vefinallygotitfiguredoutdon’tyou?”

Yes,hethinks,butcannotsay,becausetherearesomanypeoplestaringandheistoobusygoingintoamockbowforRonandCharlie’sbenefit,pressingakisstohertemplebeforeleadingherbacktoLuna.Ithinkwehave.

Draco

He’sstandingwithGeorge.Again.It’sbecomesuchacommonoccurrencethathe’sactuallystartingtobelievehe’ssometypeofbabysitter,liketheWeasleyshaddecidedthateverytimeGeorgewasgoingintooneofhisslumpstheywouldjustpushhimtowardsDracoandhopethathewasabletodealwithit,becausehedoesn’tthinkit’sacoincidencethattheykeepfindingeachotherandGeorgelookslikehe’sinnoshapetobeactivelyseekingsomeoneout,friendornot.

Georgehasspentthewholedayswivelingbetweenperfectlyokayandstandingrightattheedgeofacliff,andthistime,ithadbeenDracowhoedgedhimalittlebitcloser,havingsuggestedawalkandthenfoundhimselfstandingrightinfrontoftheemptychairthatGinnyhadinsistedneededtobethereinmemoryofFred,justtokeepherfromfeelinglikeshehadforgottenhim.

“That’sallhegets.Hedies,andlifegoeson,andtheydon’tevensayanythingabouthim.”Heisglaringatthechair.DracoislookingforRonorGinnyorthebrotherwiththedragontoothearring,someonetohelphimcalmthestormbeforeitboilsover.“Theyjustgivehimachair.”

“Sheprobablydidn’twanttomakepeoplesad,”Dracofindshimselfsaying,floundering,sooutofhisdepthit’salmostlaughable.“Onherweddingday,youknow.”

“Still.Hedeservesbetter.More,”Andhekicksout,hard,hardenoughthatoneofthelegsofthechairsnap.Dracorepairsit,butthatdoesnotstopthescarletribbonthathadbeenwrappedarounditfromfloatingintotheairandoutofreach,takingawaytheonlysignthatitwasaplacereservedforsomeonespecial.“Thanastupid.”Anotherkick.“Chair.”

Dracojustwatchedhimasthefuryrollsoverhimandthenfadesbackintonothing,leavingGeorgestandingtherelookinglikealittlekidwhohadjustthrownatantrumanddidn’tgettheresponsehewanted.“Youneedtomoveon.”Hesays,hardlydaringthewordsareleavinghismouthbutknowingthattheymustbesaidbysomeone,becauseMerlinknowsnoneofhisfamilyaregoingtodoit.YouneedtobeaspecialkindofheartlesstosaywhatDracoissaying.“It’stheonlywayyou’reevergoingtogetalifeofyourown.”

“WhyshouldIgettomoveon?”Hekicksoutatthechairagain,butlighterthistime,soit’smoreofanudge.“WhyshouldIdeservetohavealifewhenhedoesn’t?”

“Becauseyou’retheonewhosestillhere,andthatsucks,butyou’vegotpeoplewholoveyou,whosodesperatelywantyoutobeokayagain.”DracoreachesouttohimandGeorgedoesnotshrughimaway.“Isn’tthatenough?Thefactthatyoustillhavethem,evenwhenhe’sgone?”

“Itwouldbebetterifhewerehere,”Georgemutters,soquietthattheycanbothpretendDracodidnothere,butthenhestraightensandforcesoutalaugh,shiftingintheblinkofaneyetotheGeorgewhowasokay.“Speakingofpeoplewholovedyou.Iwassupposedtotellyouearlier.Harryneedsyouinthegarden.”