aprivatemomentwithoutmeaningto.thattherearethings,sometimesnotevenbadthings,justprivatethings,thattheotherpersondoesnotshouttotheworld.howyouhavetofightpasttheembarrassmenttomakeyourexusesandexittheroom,andafewhourster,you’llbothbeoverit.

it’swhatharryshouldbedoingrightnow,onlyheouldn’tfigureoutwhatdraowouldbedoingthathe’sembarrassedabout.

“wasn’tasteanightasiwasexpeting.”harrytriedtosmile,butheouldn’t,beausesomethingwasdefinitelywrong.itsortoffeltlikehowharrywouldhaveexpetedthetensiontobeifhehadeveraughtsomeoneheatingonhim,whihisaweirdomparison,beausetherewasheranyagreeduponromantiattahmentoranotherpersonintheroom.“thoughti’domeuphere.”

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“no,youdidn’t.”draosaid,andthensmoothedwrinklesoutofthesheetsinsteadoflookinghimintheeye,mostlybeausetheybothknewthathewaslying.theonlyreasondraohadwokenupwasbeauseharryhadtrippedoverapileofbookswhenhewalkedinandsentthemalltumblingtothefloor,himalongwiththem.thenoisehadsareddraosobadharryjustountedhimselflukyhehadn’tbeenhexed.“whatareyoudoinghome?”

imeanttostayoverbuttheniwasstrethedoutontheirouhwithitslumpyushionsandrealizedthattherewasnowaythatiouldfasleep,notwithoutthesoundofyourbreathingtoassuremethateverythingwasokay,thatweweresafe.ithoughtthatyoufeltthesameway.ithoughtyou’dbehappytohavemebakforthenight.yout

“hey.”itwaste,whihmeantthathewasalreadyasleep.harryhadn’texpetedhimtobeawake—harryhadintendedtostaythenightatron’shouseaftergoingouttothepub,afraidthathewouldbetoodrunktoapparatesafely,butbythetimethenightwasover,hefoundthathewasstilljustassoberashehadbeenwhenthedaybegan,soheamehome,anyways.“ididn’tmeantowakeyouup.”