“Iknow.Butyoudidn’t…haveto.”
“Iwantedto.Here,ath.”HethrowsthehootefrogandisnotsurprisedwhenDraoathesiteasily.Hegrins.“Rontoldmetogiveittoyou.”
Draoisstillstaring,butnowit’stowardsthefrog.“Why?”
“Foryoutoeatit,ofourse.”Harryresiststheurgetorollhiseyes.He’sstartingtothinkthatallofDrao’sbravadoisjustaploytohidehowtrulybashfulheis.BashfulandDraoMalfoy.Nowthat’ssomethingthatdoesn’tgotogether.“Ialsoswipedsometrealetartfromthekithen.”
“Youwhat?”
Hetakesaminiature,balledpieeoflothfromhispoket,putsitarefullyonDrao’sdesk,andspellsitbaktoitsinalsize.Heuntiestheknotoftheloth,andimmediately,asentoflemonfillstheroom.
“Trealetart.It’smyfavourite,”hesaid,rummagingthroughhispoketyetagain.Heproduestwoforks,andoffersonetoDrao.“Thoughyou’veprobablyalreadyguessed.”
Draoeyestheforksuspiiously,buthetakesitanyway.“It’sratherhardtomiss.”
“Igotsomeextraforyou.”
“Extra?Youstoleawholetart.”
“Stoleisaverystrongword.”
Draoshakeshisheadindisbelief.He’sstillstaringatHarryandthetartlikethey’regoingtojumpathim.“Youandyoursweettoothwillonedaybethedeathofyou,Potter.”
Harrygrins.Hemissedthis—thislight,easybanter.HepullsupDrao’shairandsitshimselfdownomfortably.Helikestalkingaboutyou,Astoriahadsaid.Helooksatthetrealetart,andthinksthatit’stimeforastory.
“Ineverhadanysweetsasahild.ThemostI’veeatenwastherumbsofhooteakeIswipedoffmyousin’sptewhileIwaswashingit.ThatprobablyexpinswhyI’msuhagluttonforitnow.”
Itworks.ThesuspiionisstillonDrao’sfae,likehe’swwhyHarry’ssuddenlysotalkative,butit’smixedwithasuddenuriosity.“Isthatwhyyoufeeltheneedtoburyyourfaeinhootefrogsaftereverymeal?”
“Exatly.You’reathingon.”
“Thatalsoexpinswhyeverythingyouworehungoffyouwhenwewerefirstyears.”
Harrysnorts,tearingoffahunkoftartwithhisfork.“Anybodywhoselotheshangoffhimnowisn’tallowedtotalkbig.”HeshovesthetarttowardsDrao’smouth,fullyexpetinghimtoturnaway.Tohissurprise,Draotakesthefork,leansitfreeoftart,andgivesitbaktoHarry.
Harrydoesn’tevenbothertohidehisgrin.
Draorollshiseyesandsitsdownontheedgeofhisbed.Hepullstheptelosertowardshim.“Distratingmewithhildhoodstoriesinabidtomakemefat,areyou?”
“Eatingwell-roundedmealsinregurintervalsinadayisn’tgoingtomakeyoufat.ButIdohopethatthehildhoodstoriesarew.”
“Itis.Dotellmemoreaboutthisousinofyours.”
Andit’sjustlikebefore.Timespenttogetherineasyompanyandoion.Itbeomesanightlything,Harryquietlyslippinginafterdinnerandslippingoutjustbeforemidnight.Draoaskshimtoomebak,everytime,whihdoesn’treallymakeadifferenebeauseHarry’sstillgoingtoomebakanyway.HethinksDraojustlikestheassurane.
Bynow,hehadfullytakenoverGoyle’sbedashis.It’sasmessyashisownbedbakinGryffindorTower,sheetsrumpledandpillowsskewedsideways.Sometimes,hefetssomeofhisthings,aquillhereandaMerlinardgottenfromahootefrogboxthere,andthesearethethingsthatoupythebedwhenhe’sgone.
Bakinthesummer,ithadbeenbreakfasts,andnowit’stenightsnaks.
Heswipeswhateverheanfromthekithens—sones,hikenpotpie,sandwihes.Hisfriendshadbeenverysupportive,aswell.Ronontinueshissupplyofhootefrogs,GinnygivessomeBertieBott’sEveryFvourBeansoneinawhile,andHermioneprovideshimaweeklytasklist,beause“Ifullysupportwhatever’smakingyouhappy,Harry,butIdohopethetwoofyouaren’tfettingyourhomework?”
Hethinksheshouldbeembarrassedthathisfriendsknowwhat’sgoingonbetweenhimandDrao.Orthattheyknowthatnothing’sgoingon,butthey’rehelpinganyway.Andheisembarrassed,butalso,he’sjustvery,verygrateful.
Draoaeptsthehootefrogseverytime,andeventriessomeofGinny’sBeans.HelooksatHermione’stasklist,andneverfailstomaketotallyunneessaryomments.“Youhaven’tdoneyourPotionsessayyet?Potter,I’vefinishedthatdaysago.”
Thetenightsnakingworks.Draodoesn’tlooklikeanemaiatedorpsenow.Astoriatellshimwithaheerfulsmile,whentheypasseahotherbyinthehalls,thatDraohasalsobeenhavingagoodappetiteintheGreatHalltely.Personally,hethinksDrao’sstartingtobeometooadditedtothefrogs.
Theytalkaboutsses,theirlessons,andtheoasionalgossip.
(“What’sthisIhearaboutyouandAstoriagettingitonintheboathouse?”
“Ohmygod,Malfoy,Ididn’tdoanything!”
“That’snotwhattheHufflepuffssaid.”
“I…We…Wejusttalked!”
“Rex.Iwasjoking.Ifyoureallyhaddonesomethingtoher,Iwouldhavehexedyou.She’slikealittlesistertome.”
Well,you’renotanolderbrothertoher,Harryhadwantedtosay,buthehadbeenhappy,soshamelesslyhappytohearitlearlysaidthatDraodoesn’tlikeherthatway.)
Sometimes,Harrytalksabouthimself.
Itwasunomfortable,atfirst.Heisn’tusedtotalkingabouthimself.ButDrao’sagoodlistener,alleyesandears,noddingattherighttimes,andaskingquestions,butnevertoomuh.Hedoesn’tpry,butHarrytellshimanyway,beausehelikesthewayDraolookswhenhe’sreallyuriousandied.
Andsometimes,Draotalksabouthimself,andsometimesthey’reniestoriesabouthishildhood,hisfamily,hisfriends,andsometimesthey’renotsonie
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