lydoloveyou.”hereahesouttotraethespikesofthelightningboltsar,andharry’shandsfindhiswaytodrao’sstomah,tothesilverlineshehadsshedarossthemernityago.“really,really.”

harrywantstory.hewantstough.hewantstoholdontoallofdrao’ssharpedgesandbrokenpieesandoldsarsuntilheandraintheaheaway,buthean’t,sohesettleswithiloveyouinstead,overandoverandover,hopingthatitfinallymakeshimbelieveit.

“good,”iswhatdraorespondswith,hokingitoutthroughhisughingandhistears.“good.”

chapter43

drao

there’samomentwherehealmostturnsaround.

it’sonlyamoment,hejustifiester,whenlunamentionsit(andhowdidsheevenknow,shewasbakintheburrowandhewasjustontheedgeofthegarden)andginnyfixeshimwithagre,butit’slongenoughforhimtostandandwaththeothersalltoeahother,fallintolinesthathadbeendrawnbeforedraohadevenwantedapetostandbetweenthem,andthemarkonhisarmseemstoburn,remindinghimofhowhedoesnotbelong,howtheyannotwanthim,howhewillonlytaintthis,taintthem,butthenharryturnstoathsightofhimandronisraisinganarmupingreetingandhermioneisraingarossthegrass,lipboardinhand,untilshebarrelsintohishest.

“wedidit!”thewholepelookswonderful.it’sdrapedinsilverandgoldandthelightestblue,olorsthathewouldnothavepikedbuthermionehadsomehowmadework,justaslunapromisedthemthattheywould.despiteginny’srelutane,shehadagreedtohaveitattheburrowatfleur’sinsistene.lookather.howouldanyoneompareourveddingtoyours,vhenyouaremarryingavomanlikezat?lukily,everyoneintheroomhadtakenitasaomplimentandginnyhadagreedwithoutanyfurtherissue.“ididn’tthinkweweregoingto,butwedid!andit’sallonshedule!”