anddraoutshimoff,beausehe’sreadyforthis,he’sbeenreadywiththesewordsforsolong,andhejustneedstotry,onesttime.“i’mnotsomeoneyoushouldbefriendswith,potter.”

“malfoy.”pottersays,likeawarning.“you’restartingwiththatrapagain.”

“it’snotrap,”draoaffirms.heanfeelthewellofemotionsrisingupagain,theshame,theguilt,andtheneedtoesapefromit,andit’smakingtheedgesofhisvisiongodark.heinhalessharply,strugglestokeephimselfhere.“it’s…peopleareobviouslygoingtotalk,youknow.thisisn’tgoingtobethesttime,andthere’sreallynothingelsethattheyansayaboutmethathasn’talreadybeensaid,butyou—you’regoingtogettheworstofit.harrypotterbeingfriendswithanex-deatheater,someonewho’salittleinsane—”

ahandlosesaroundhisfingers,gripsthemtightandfirm.draopullshimselfbak,fightshiswaybakfromtheomfortabledarknessinhishead,towardsthegrounding,exhiratingrealityofthehandholdinghis.

whenhereturns,ompletelyreturns,potter’ssittingonhisbed,stillholdinghishand,andlookingstraightathim.

“idon’treallyareaboutwhatharrypotterthosepeopleareimagining,”potterismurmuring.“thisharrypotterwantstobefriendswiththatex-deatheater,someonewho’salittleinsane.”

draohukles,smilesathimweakly.“sazar,potter,youdidn’thavetoagreewiththeinsanepart.”

pottersmilesbakathim.“yourwords,notmine.andlook.youfoughtitoff,didn’tyou?”

hedid.hedid.andhedoesn’tknowifit’sbeauseit’sthefirsttimehe’smanagedtostophimselffromfallingintherabbitholehismindhasmade,orifit’sbeauseoftheprideinpotter’seyesashelooksathim,orpotterwantingtostaywithhim,thathefindshiseyesbeomingwarm.

“yeah.”hisvoieisshaking.“thanks.”

potterstillhasn’tletgoofhishand.“wellthen,hasitonvinedyou?”

it’smakingdraohaveahard

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