harry frow let go of drao’s wrist yet. there are so many thi uand, why drao’s looki to pass out any minute, why he’s shing out so muh, and at the bak of his mind, at the very bak of his mind, there is a small voie whispering to him that it almost seems like drao’s…jealous.
“don’t talk about her like that,” he says, as almly as he an to will away the irritati to ith under his skin.
drao sneers, and suddenly, harry is hit with a sense of sad it’s been suh a long time sine he’s seen drao’s fae ho ah urved into a smile, eyes shihe bright, m su drao’s sain. as if summer never happened. as if those banana panakes shared together and walks in the garde.
&hat he’s still holding on to them, like a lovesik idiot.
“you’re the oed to talk, potter.”
harry drops his wrist, shaking his head. he gres bak, sowling. “merlin, malfoy, what’s gotten into you? i just wao ask h.”
&. splendid. now, will that be all?” drao turns away, ready to leave.
“no, malfoy—”
drao turns his head bak, eyes burning with ah urled into a snarl as he hisses: “leave me alone. go fuk weasley already, if you’re so desperate f—”
harry sms his fist . the al rings loudly in the valley, and the bridge shakes with the fore of his fist. there is the sound in his ears a-headed with a dra suh a dik, and at himself for still beied by him.
there is a look of shok on drao’s fae, as if he hado get so a, but harry doesn’t are anymore. if drao wahen fine.
&s his teeth and walks away, before he an do a he might regret ter. “i don’t even know why i keep trying. i’m done, malfoy. i hope you’re happy.”
aomps his way through the bridge and bak to the lok tower ourtyard, hands shakiing furiously i.
and behi see drao fall to the floor, bury his fae in his hands, ah a sad, shaky ugh:
“damn it, potter. why didn’t you punh me?”
chapter 2
drao floats then, from oe of oo another. ohere, staring at the wooden floor e, knowing that he’s doing it, his body’s doing it, his ow, and the he’s in some haze, like somebody else is staring at the floor a lh their eyes. ahat, it goes bk all over, a know how muh time passes until the time he sees the flain, but it’s darker now, and in one orner of his mihat oh, it’s already night time.
there’s a rak in the wood, and a small spider, so small he’s surprised it hasn’t been blown away by the wi, slips through it. he wonders if he an slip through it, too.
what did he say tain? potter was mad. it’s been a long time si saw pry. he does. he never did like it. but he ould stand it then, years ago, so why does it hurt so muh now?
&alking about something. a girl. pirl. oh. weasley.
his visio dim at the edges again.
it’ll be nie, he supposes. they’re going to build the happiest family ever.
it hurts.
what did he say tain?
it’s dark. darker than azkaban.
azkaba had moonlight shining through the bars.
but this is darker, pith-bk, all light bloked by the anopy of trees above. he hears the rustle of leaves more thahem, ahe i buzzing of is. something howls ahead and drao wohis is real or if it’s just in his head again.
&o leave. he knows he does. he alith po’s beeing harder a out of his head. he thought he was gettier.
but gettiter’s angry, ahe manor, and the garde, and potter.
&her howl that sounds and ehoes around him, a knoihinks he’s walki sure, but it’s dark here, a around.
drao to the sereale tart, and fresh soap. he’s being arried on someone’s bak, and he kely who it is. his nose is buried in potter’s hair a sure if this is real, but he feels like rying.
&hinks he already is.
&ops, pauses, ahat they’re still outside the astle. it’s still dark, with only the moo from the towers illumieps. the wind is still old, and their robes billow in the wind. p him, and he’s probably heavy, but prip uhighs are firm.
potter says, “i’m sorry. i did i said.”
drao’s having a hard time . he doesn’t uand .
“i’m not going to st you, malfoy. stet rid of me.”
the hukle is out of his lips before he an stop it. stupid potter. stupid, annoying potter who doesn’t ko give up. the little bugger just has to save everyohat do. “i’m mad, potter.”