“no,”harryrespondsquikly.heshakeshishead,triestoalmhimself.right.he’ssupposedtobethealmonehere.“you’reout.you’reinthemanor.”

harryhopesmalfoyrememberswhoheis.

“oh.”thefurrowdeepens.thereisafrownonhisfae,asheslowlylooksatthemarblefloor,thewhitepilrs,thewhiteledgeofthebalony,andthegarden.helooksatthetable,hisp.hiseyeswiden,andthenhetakesabig,shakybreath.“oh.okay.”

afurrowformsbetweenmalfoy’seyebrows.“right.potter.”

malfoyopenshishands,staresathispalms,leanandpristine,andtakesanothershakyinhale.“merlin.”

hiseyesarenolongergzed,buttheysquintathim,tryingtorememberwhoheis.

“uhm,”hesays,losinghisbook.“hullo,malfoy.”

andharryisn’tpreparedforthetears,thesudden,quiettearsthatstreamfrommalfoy’seyes.

hereleasesasighofreliefthathedidn’tknowhehadbeenholding.

“potter.”

“merlin.finally.ithought…ithoughtiwasnevergoingtogetout.”

blinking,malfoyturnshisheadaround,looksathissurroundings.“ami…”

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harryswallowswhateveritisthat’sinhisthroatanditgoesdown,hard.“i…i’msorry,malfoy.”

fortheirstyear,jokinglyreferredtobyronastheireighthyear,andhermionehadbeennaggingatthemallsummertoreaduplesttheywanttogoforaninth.

butmalfoydoesn’tseemtohearhimanymore,doesn’tseemtorememberth

harrynodspatiently.“yes.”

harryisataloss.“malfoy…”hestarts,butdoesn’tknowhowtofinish.there’ssomethingstukinhisthroat.

heishalfwayasleepinthemiddleofhapter4whenmalfoystirs,asifwakingupfromalongnap,andharrywaits,nervously,asmalfoyraiseshisheadandfinallyseeshim.