“youanwalk,”harryblurtsoutinstead,bywayofgreeting.

“exellentobservationskills,potter.idostillhavemytwolegswithme.”

harryflushesatthat.“but,imean…likeyourhand.”

“idon’tspendtherestofmydaysstukinthewheelhairwaitingforthetimesaintpotteromesbaktosaveme,youknow.”

afshofhurtnesthroughhimwiththat.“ididn’tmeanthat.”

“surprisedioulddoitwithoutyourhelp?”

“malfoy.”

“orsadthatyououldn’tshowoffyourheroomplexandtelltheworldhowyouhelpedanex-deatheaterwalkagain?”

“malfoy.”

draoopenshismouthforhisretort.

harryutshimoffbeforehereallystartstogoatit.“i’mhappytoseeyouuponyourfeetagain.”

drao’smouthloses.hiseyeswidenandharrywathes,amazedasdraoturnsawayandthetipsofhisearsolour.“don’tthinksolittleofme.”

“i’mnot,”harrysays,walkingoutofthebalonyandintothegarden.therearebutterfliesflyingaround.hedoesn’tknowifthey’rerealormagiked.“atleastnowidon’thavetopushyouaround.youweregettingheavy.”

draogresathim.“areyousayingi’mgettingfat?!”

“well,youhaven’treallybeenexerisingtely.”

draoturns,onefootsteppinginfrontoftheother.“i’llhaveyouknow—!”andthenhiskneesrumplefromunderhhim,andharrythankswhatevergodisuptherethathestillhashisreflexesfromfightinginthewar.heleapsin,athesdrao’sshoulders,butisknokedoffbanebythesuddenweight.

heendsuphalfonthebushofarnationsandhalfongrass,draosprawledoverhisp.

tohissurprise,draostartsughing.

thesmalledgesofthebush’sbranhesdigpainfullyintohisskin,butdrao’sughterisontagious,espeiallywhenhelookssoopenandrexedlikethat.

“you’regonnahavetohelpmeup,potter.ian’tfeelmylegsanymore.”

“justafewminutesago,youweretalkingsobigabouthowyououlddoitonyourown.”

“ian,butyou’realreadyhere,youmightaswellbeofsomeuse.”

harrynudgeshimwithhisknee.“ioughttoshoveyouinthefountain,malfoy.”

“mymotherwillbelividwithyou.”

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