draorollshiseyesandsitsdownontheedgeofhisbed.hepullstheptelosertowardshim.“distratingmewithhildhoodstoriesinabidtomakemefat,areyou?”

bakinthesummer,ithadbeenbreakfasts,andnowit’stenightsnaks.

harrysnorts,tearingoffahunkoftartwithhisfork.“anybodywhoselotheshangoffhimnowisn’tallowedtotalkbig.”heshovesthetarttowardsdrao’smouth,fullyexpetinghimtoturnaway.tohissurprise,draotakesthefork,leansitfreeoftart,andgivesitbaktoharry.

andit’sjustlikebefore.timespenttogetherineasyompanyandoion.itbeomesanightlything,harryquietlyslippinginafterdinnerandslippingoutjustbeforemidnight.draoaskshimtoomebak,everytime,whihdoesn’treallymakeadifferenebeauseharry’sstillgoingtoomebakanyway.hethinksdraojustlikestheassurane.

“thatalsoexpinswhyeverythingyouworehungoffyouwhenwewerefirstyears.”

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harrydoesn’tevenbothertohidehisgrin.

“exatly.you’reathingon.”

“eatingwell-roundedmealsinregurintervalsinadayisn’tgoingtomakeyoufat.butidohopethatthehildhoodstoriesarew.”

heswipeswhateverheanfromthekithens—sones,hikenpotpie,sandwihes.hisfriendshadbeenverysupportive,aswell.ronontinueshissupplyofhootefrogs,ginnygivessomebertiebott’severyfvourbeansoneinawhile,andhermioneprovideshimaweeklytasklist,beause“ifullysupportwhatever’smakingyouhappy,harry,butidohopethetwoofyouaren’tfettingyourhomework?”

l?”

bynow,hehadfullytakenovergoyle’sbedashis.it’sasmessyashisownbedbakingryffindortower,sheetsrumpledandpillowsskewedsideways.sometimes,hefetssomeofhisthings,aquillhereandamerlinardgottenfromahootefrogboxthere,andthesearethethingsthatoupythebedwhenhe’sgone.

“itis.dotellmemoreaboutthisousinofyours.”