malfoy.”

hedoesn’tknowwhyitfeelslikehehasjustbeenaughtdoingsomethingheisn’tsupposedtodo.hejustfeelsthatdrao’sgottenitallwrongsomehow.whythatmatters,hedoesn’tknoweither,beausedraoandastoriaareprobablygoingout,sohedoesn’tknowwhyhefeelstheneedtoexpinhimself.

draodoesn’tstop,ofourse.heentersthebridgethatleadstothestonecirle,notonelookingbak.

ginnytakesholdofhissleeve.harrylooksather,surprised,andshenudgesherheadtowardsdrao’sdiretion.

tohissurprise,shedoesn’tlookannoyedatdrao’srudenesslikehehadexpetedhertobe.infat,shelooksworried,andheisrelievedandgrateftthesametime.

hethinksheouldfallinlovewithheragain.

butheknowsthat’snotwhatshedeserves.

andnotwhathewants.

“malfoy!wait!”

they’reonthebridge,andtheoldnovemberwindspsattheirrobesandbitestheirheeks.draodoesn’tstop,butharryhadn’treallyexpetedhimto,andsoheleapsforwardandgrabsdrao’swrist.

draoturnstohim,gring,buthestilllookspaleandtiredanddespitewhatagitdrao’sbeing,harryan’thelpbutbeworried.

“whatdoyouwant,potter?”

“wait,malfoy,ijustwanttotalk.”

“well,idon’t,nowgoaway.gobaktoyourgirlfriend.i’msureshe’swaitingforyou.”