drao awoke o had just been ahank merlin.
&hed his arms, feeling satisfied at the pop in his spine as he did so.
“oh, thank god, you’re awake.”
drao’s eyes roketed open, only to fall upon harry p at the edge of his bed iherin dungeons.
“you passed out and then you beame human again, aall to over with the invisibility tirely, so i had to levitate you dowh your feet stiking out. lukily, here to see,” harry rambled a bit.
“you weren’t supposed to know,” was all dra himself to say.
“thanks, harry. you’re very welome for not leaving you on the grass in the rain for ao see, malfoy,” harry said.
“mgonagall will kill me now that you know.”
“well, bei appear to be all that bad,” harry said, not without a hint of bitterness.
“potter, i’m sorry. i didn’t think it would bother you.”
“it did.”
“i know. i’m sorry,” drao repeated, sitting up. a silewee felt like the only option.”
“how?”
&rial may have gone well, had i gohe whole world hated me. still does. even if i was exoed, i ouldhe staring and the whispering. i ouldn’t live knowing no one really fave me,” drao expined.
“i fave you.”
“i know.”
harry fidgeted with the hem of his shirt.
& have to tell her,” he said, finally, his eyes meeting drao’s.
“that you know? no, i suppose we don’t. i ould just obliviate you and we ould arry on like—”
“no!” harry ied quikly.
“no?”
“i won’t tell a a soul.”
“i an’t.”
“please.”
“potter.”
“i—” harry broke eye oling on the bedding in front of him. “i o remember you, like this. i o know you’re okay. eo you—what i thought happeo you—it made me sik.”
drao sighed, pullio his hest. his eyes stung.
“the war was over. the war was over and somehow we both survived a of that, for reasons i ouldn’t uand, or maybe just didn’t want to uand, made me relieved. i i would be gd that you would live ao make me feel like a. but then…then yone and i onvely figured out why i was so relieved we had both survived the momeaken away from us. from me,” harry spoke so quikly, drao ould hardly be sure of what he was hearing.
“and why was that?” drao asked, his mouth goihe answer, had known the answer for a week now, but he would himself believe it until harry said it to him diretly.
harry ughed humorlessly.
“i don’t want to say it if yoing to obliviate me in a few hours.”
“answer a.”
“maybe isn’t good enough.”
“maybe is as good as i ater.”
harry was silent for a moment, studying drao’s fae ily.
“i guess telling you now and er is better thaelling you at all.”
“i guess it is.”
“you have a i am going to say, don’t you?”
“i an only hope my idea is anywhere lose.”
harry took a deep breath and drao braed himself, waiting for otter was about to tell him. potter looked at him and swallowed, opening his mouth and losing it again. his gaze fell bak to the bed sheets, whih he took in his hands, fiddling with the fabri, theo drao.