“oh,yes,abutterbeer,please.”

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“drao.”

“harrytoldmesomuhabout—”

“that’sme,”hesaidinalippedtone,sippingathiswine.

“luna,”draointerruptedherwarningly.

heletoutasighinreliefwhenhefoundthekithenwasempty.well,exeptformoreballoons.howmanywerethere?hehelpedhimselftoagssofredwinewhih,shokingly,tastedfarbetterthanhewouldhavethought,giventhiswasweasley’sparty.

“youwantsomethingtodrink?”heasked,turningtoluna.

“hey,where’dyougetthatgss?”

“righthere,”hesaid,handinghimone.

“right,”draosaidwiththeghostofasmile.holy,hehadexpetedworse.somuhworse.also,potterwastalkingabouthim?hewasn’tsurehowhefeltaboutthat.itmadehisbellyallflutteryandwarm.ugh.

“well,asmuhasipreferationtowords,harrysaysyou’redifferentnow,too,so…”heraisedhisbutterbeertodraoandtookaswig.“iguessi’llkeepanopenmind.”

draoalmosthoked.hiseyeswidenedashe

draonodded,makinghiswaytothekithen.hewasprettysuregeeandlunastartedtalkingabouthimtheseondhewasgone,buthedidn’tmind.geehadeveryrighttobeseptial.holy,draohadnoideawhylunalikedhim.mostdays,draodidn’tlikehimself,sohowouldanybodyelse?

draoturnedaround,startled,andfoundayoungmanwithsandybrownhairsmilingathim.

“thanks,”hesaid,reahingforthefirewhiskey.“i’mhenrybytheway.”

“ah,youmethenry.”

“oh,you’redraomalfoy,aren’tyou?”henrysaid,strethingouthishand.draoshookitwarily.whenpeoplereognisedhimbyhisname,theyusuallystartedtalkingaboutthepast.andeventhoughthishenryguyseemedfriendlyenough,draowasinnomoodtotalkabouthisdaysasadeatheaterwithastranger.

gee’seyesflikeredquestioninglybetweenthetwoofthem.lunajustshrugged.