“oh,hehasn’tdhatsinehewastwelve.”ginnybreaksin,snappingimpatientlyatthetwoofthem,andharrystartsughingthewayhedoeswhenronmakesateasingommentathim.“andthatwasonlyonegrateextra.justgoalready,youtwo,ian’tdistratthepressforever.”

harryarhesaneyebrow,andrefusingwouldnotjustbesilly,itwouldalsofeellikedraowasadmittingdefeat.everythingbetweenthetwoofthemwasstionstantompetition,andhewasdeterminedtowinatsomething.

hetookhishand.

harry

whentheideafirstametohim,hedidn’treallythinkitthroughatall.hehadjustseensomeonewhoneededhelp,andthoughtofhisbigemptyhousestuffedfullwithsirius’shadow,andthoughtthatanextrapersonwouldhelpfillitupwithsomethingliving.sohehadstood,andthenitwasallhappening,theageoldsayingthatitonlytakesfiveseondsofetohangeyourlife.

andnowdraomalfoywasstandinginhislivingroom.

thestupidthingwas,thatasthetwoofthemlookaroundathishouse,harryisatuallyembarrassed.it’sstillthesamefurniture,soit’sdarkandgloomy,andharryisn’talwaysthebestathousekeeping.heknowsthatitsnothinglikewhatdraohadgottentogohometoeverynight.

“well,thisishome.”harrybreakstheiefirst,beausehe’sagryffindorandbraveryiskindofhisthing.“mybedroomisonthefirstfloor,butianshowyouaoupleandyoupikwhere’sbest?kreaherantakeyouaround.”

“youdon’thavetodothis.”itwasreallythefirstthingthatdraohadsaidtohim,besidesthejibehemadeinfrontofthefloogate,wherethesmilesplithisfaeapartandharryouldseetheoldmalfoyunderh.“whyareyoudoingthis?”

“idon’tknow.”

“ideservedit.”drao’shandswereshaking.harryknewthefeeling,hadbeendealingwithron’sboutsofunexpinedangershewarended,allthepainandterror

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