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chapter18

drao

“what?”harrywasleaningoverthekithentable,waxpaperspreadoutinfrontofhim.hewasmarkingoffnameswithagreasepenndrubbingthemaway,reatingapnofattaktoshowtokingsleytheday.itseemsthatevenwhenhetriestowalkawayfromthefight,thefightjustwouldn’tlethimgo.“whyareyoulookingatmelikethat?”

exeptnow,itouldbereal.nowheookshimbreakfastinthemandtheyeatittogether,nowsometimestheyfasleepontheouhtogetherandwakeupurledaroundeahother,nowdraoisaroundtohearhimwakeupfromanightmareatnightandtalktohisousindudleyonthephone.hewatheshimhekinongeeandonseamus,seeshimhermioneandginnyandlunainahugwiththeprotetivenessofabrother.he’supandloseandpersonalnow,andeventhoughthefwedpartsofhimmightbeenoughtomakeothersturnaway,itjustmakesdraowanthimmore.

(like,theraksareonlypesforthegoodthingstoshhrough,testamentstoallhehaddoneandwillstilltodotoprotetthepeopleheloves,topreservewhatisright.)

tingthattheywerenothingmorethanftmates.“okay.”hegrabbedontohishand,butdraojustshookhishead.no,hehadsaidandmusthavemeantit.wean’t

draohadbeenstaringathimfortoo

winterisslidingintospring,aquarterofhisprobationsentenedone,anddraohadfoundhimselfompletelyandhopelesslyinlovewithharry.

heprobablyhadbeenatleastiedinhimforalongtime,bakbeforethewar,butthenitwasalwayskeptoutofreah,somefantasytovisitteatnight,onewheretheygotalongandharryhadneverturneddownhishandshakethatfirstyear,wheredraohadfriendsandharrylikedhimandeverythingwasgoingtoturnoutokay.itwasn’tarealthing,nothingthatwouldeverbepossible,butthat’swhyhethoughtitwasokaytolikehim.aslongasitouldneverbereal,draowouldbesafe.