“ian’tbelievei’msayingthis,buti’mgdidid.”

andasheturnsaroundandwalksthroughthedoors—beauseifheisgoingtohell,heertainlyisn’tgoingtobedraggedthere—,harryt

onegneoverhisshoulderhashimlookingintonarissamalfoy’sbnkexpression.sheshakesherhead,aminutetilttotheside,beforereturninghergazetoherson.

harryan’thelphislegsfrommovingforwardatthatadmission,butahandonhisshouldersteadieshimbeforeheandosomethingstupidlikegrabmalfoy’sshouldersandshakehimanddemandthathebeangry.

“malfoy,”istheonlythingharryisabletosaythen,frustrationmakinghistongueheavy,beausedraomalfoy,17yearsoldandthesoddingirritatingslimygitthatheis,savedhim—

“i’llbewaiting,drao.”

“takeareofmymother,”malfoysays,thesmilenotquitereahinghiseyesanymore.“itseemsshe’stakenalikingtoyou.seeyouter,potter.”

“theministryan’tbegoingaroundleavingmarkeddeatheatersunpunished,”malfoysaysinreply,hisfaenowfashionedintoaarefulmaskofindifferene.“itsimplywouldn’tbeappropriate.”

malfoynodstoher,andharryissurethattheyhavealreadyhadtheirmomentbeforehehadburstintheroomtopersonallyapologize.oratleasttryto,butthewordsdidn’twanttoomeout.

harryshakeshishead.“youtoldthemitwasn’tme.you…yousavedme,”hetrailsoff,helpless,unsurehowtoonveytheguiltthathefeelsfornotbeingabletopreventthis.

awistfulsmileslowlyslidesitswayonmalfoy’slips.“idid,didn’ti?”andthereisadistantlooktohiseyes,asifheismullingoverathoughtthathehaslongsinepondered.hesighsandfixeshisrobes,ifonlytoavoidharry’sgaze.

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