harryfrowns.hehasn’tletgoofdrao’swristyet.therearesomanythingshedoesn’tuand,whydrao’slookinglikehe’sabouttopassoutanyminute,whyhe’sshingoutsomuh,andatthebakofhismind,attheverybakofhismind,thereisasmallvoiewhisperingtohimthatitalmostseemslikedrao’s…jealous.

“don’ttalkaboutherlikethat,”hesays,asalmlyasheantowiwaytheirritationstartingtoithunderhisskin.

draosneers,andsuddenly,harryishitwithasenseofsadnessthatit’sbeensuhalongtimesinehe’sseendrao’sfaehoandopen,mouthurvedintoasmile,eyesshiningunderthebright,msun.hehatesthatdrao’ssoguarded.again.asifsummerneverhappened.asifthosebananapanakessharedtogetherandwalksinthegardendidn’texist.

hehatesthathe’sstillholdingontothem,likealovesikidiot.

“you’retheonewhowantedtotalk,potter.”

harrydropshiswrist,shakinghishead.hegresbak,sowling.“merlin,malfoy,what’sgottenintoyou?ijustwantedtoaskhowyou’redoing.”

“great.splendid.now,willthatbeall?”draoturnsaway,readytoleave.

“no,malfoy—”

draoturnshisheadbak,eyesburningwithanger,mouthurledintoasnashehisses:“leavemealone.gofukweasleyalready,ifyou’resodesperateforashag—”

harrysmshisfistontherailing.thengofmetalringsloudlyinthevalley,andthebridgeshakeswiththeforeofhisfist.thereisthesoundofbloodrushinginhisearsandheislight-headedwithanger,atdraoforbeingsuhadik,andathimselfforstillbeingsoaffetedbyhim.

thereisalookofshokondrao’sfae,asifhehadn’texpetedharrytogetsoangrylikethat,butharrydoesn’tareanymore.ifdraowantstobeagit,thenfine.

hegritshisteethandwalksaway,beforeh

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