“No,”Pansysays.
“Whynot?”
“Don’tyougetit?”sheshrills,whirlingonhimwithhersmall,jeweledfistslenhed.“Youneverspeakthenameofthevitim’sbeloved.”
“What?Why?”Harrystammers.
“Itdoesn’tdoanyoneanygood,”shesays,furiously.“Youan’tmakeyourselflovesomeoneelse,noteventosavetheirlife.Knowingwouldonlymakethebelovedsuffer.Andifthevitimfindsout,havingonfirmationthattheirfeelingsaren’treturnedmakestheironditionworse.”
“Ifhe’ssik,”Harryargues,“thendoesn’thealreadyknowthey’renot—”
“It’stherejetion,youdolt.Rejetionmakesdeathomefaster.”
Harry’shandsahetolenhintofists,mimikingPansy’sposture,butheshovesthemintohispoketsinsteadandaffetsaarelessslouh.
“S’posethatmakessense,”hemumbles.“Sorry,okay?I’mnottryingtomakehimsiker.Iwouldn’ttelltheperson.Ijust—”
“Forone,Potter,”Pansysays,“mindyourownbusiness.”
Thatweekend,Harrytrudgesintothelibrary,expetingnottoemergefortheforty-eighthours.Thoughhe’dneveradmitittoherfae—that’sjustaskingforaleture—Hermionewasn’twrongabouthimfallingbehindonhisstudies.Nowhe’sgotthreeseparatepapersdueearlyweek,andbetweenssesandhisongoingD.A.lessons,whiharemorepopurthanever,hishomeworkneedstogetdonenowornotatall.
Heroundsabookshelf,findsthetableheusuallyshareswithRonandHermione,andstopsdeadinhistraks.Draoisleaningoverthetabletop,sribblingsomethingonapieeofparhmentandnoddingalongwhilehisompanionrattlesoffwhatsoundslikebooktitles.TheompanioninquestionisnoneotherthanHermione.
Sheseeshimbeforeheanwalkaway.DraofollowsthelineofhersighttoHarry,andgrimaes.Aflikerofhiseyeshesandthenhisgazedropsasheshakesouthisparhmenttodryit.Therearesmudgesofinkonhispale,spindlyhands.Harryisloseenoughtomakeoutthedeliateridgesofhisknuklesandtheblueoftheveinsinhiswrists.
Hehasn’tbeenthislosetoDraoinweeks.OneitameoutthatDraowasdying,he’dstoppedfightingwithHarry.Stoppedaknowledginghimaltogether.Nomorename-allinginthehallways;nomorepettysabotageinpotionsss;nomoresnipingatoneanotherwhentheyrossedpathsontheirwaytotheGreatHall;andabsolutelynomorefistfights.Thisshouldhavebeenarelief,butthereissomethingarmingaboutthisdoile,fadedversionofDraothatleavesHarryfeelingunbaned,likehe’dputhisfootdownexpetingonemoresteponthestairaseonlytofindhe’dreahedthetopwithoutnotiing.Isthisreallyhowaseven-yearrivalryends?Afizzlingout,andDraonoddingourteouslyandsaying,“Potter,”withnoiionwhatsoeverashesweepspastHarryonhiswayoutofthelibrary?
DraoisgonebeforeHarrymanagestogethisjawoffthefloor.HeroundsonHermione.
“Whendidyoumakefriendswithhim?”heasks,tryingandfailingtosoundoffhandaboutit.
Sherollshereyes.“We’rehardlyfriends,Harry,butwe’reivil.OurfirstweekbakatHogwarts,heevenapologizedforallingmeaMudblood.SometimeswetradeArithmanynotes.”
Harrysmshisbagonthehairarossfromhers,butdoesn’tsit.“Whatdidhewant?”
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