“whathanged?”draodidnotwanttohearthis.notwhenhewastiredandwantingtenmorehoursofsleep,notwhenhewasoveredinbruises,notwhenheouldnotevenholdhisownifthisturnedintoashoutingmath.

“iwathedyougetburiedunderapileofrubbleandrealizedthatdespitehowmuhofagigantiarseyouwereinpast,iwantedyoutolive.”ronlookeddownathishands,anddraoimaginedthattheywerestilloatedinthedustfromwhentheeilingolpsedandthehandeliertoppled.ginnyhadbeentheonlyothinkthathewasstrongenoughtoheartheaountofwhathadhappened,anditwasginnywhotoldhimthateventhoughharrywasthefirsttofalltohiskneesbesidethepileandstartrummagingforanysignoflife,itwasronwhohadbeentheopullhimoutofthedust.“andbeauseyousavedher.”

“ididn’tdoitforyou.”draowasn’tsurewhyhisfirstreationwasalwaystogoontheattakwithsomesnideremarkthatwasn’teventhathurtful.hewouldmakeallthesejokesanddrawloutalltheseinsultsandnoneofthemwereevenfunny.“ididitbeauseshe’smyfriend.”

she’smyfriend.thewordsehointheroombetweenthemandforthefirsttimehemightbegettingwhyheandronweresuddenlyonspeakingterms—thefatthathermionearedaboutbothofthemandtheybotharedabouther,andronwaswillingtoputasideanypastfeudtomakeherhappy.

“exatly.yousavedherlife.”ron’svoieraksonthestwordanddraoanseehiseyesshininginthemplight.“yousavedherevenwheniouldn’t.”

draoknowsaboutdebt.aboutagratitudethatyouneverwanttofeel,aboutanaountofrightsandwrongsthatyouanneverevenout.hedidn’tthinkhewouldeverhavetofaethatsamefeelingomingfromron.

“youdon’towemeanythingforthat.”itwasanawkwardsentoforeout.“i’ddoitagain.”

“youdon’tuand,”ronsaid,rakinghishandsthroughhishair,yan

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