&rying for a joke, but her fae bites down in a frown, just for a moment, and he feels bad. “doupid, harry.” everyoelling him that. her, ron, hermione, drao. you would have thought, after all this time, he would have ma smarter. “you’re o important people i as important as those idiots.” she jerks her head towards her brothers, who are all r with ughter at something that hermione had said, whht red and probably spouting off abhts of sial animal. “i love you, harry potter.”
“gis her to stop. he wahis whe standing in front of so mas, for a moment, to go bak to fifteen year old harry p at the dursleys o day from the fresh ut of sirius’ death a yes, it does get better. “don’t.”
&o say it. i love you, and f as we are oh, we’re always goiiher. beause that’s le who meao eah other do.” she is fighting bak tears, and it seems impossible, that she ould make it through her vows but is n over him. “i know you have ron, and hermio i don’t—didn’t —have ma on outside of my family. you were a first for me, harry potter.”
“i think frieer, sometimes.” harry does not want to say that he loves her. ot make himself say it. he’d said it before, a had ha in front of his eyes, like water through his palms, a eve. “bsp;break your heart just as bad.”
“it’s the same.” her eyes are bzing again. “but different.”
it shouldn’t make se shouldn’t make se does, beause this is ginny, ahings he has always beeo uand what gi makes him sad for a momehis is the st time it will be like this, his o ha inny show until they go off oe rie of gettien movio look like letting go.
(though maybe that’s the whole point of this. maybe that’s what she’s tryihat they wohemselves fade away from eah other, beause she will reah for him and he will reah for her and they’ll really.)
“we for eah inny said, the two iime as the sohe faes of the people who loved them fshing by as they make their irle. “but i think we’ve finally got it figured out don’t you?”
&hinks, but annot say, beause there are so maarioo busy going into a mok bow for ron and charlie’s be, pressing a kiss to her temple bef her bak to luna. i think we have.
drao
&anding with gee. again. it’s beome suh a ommo he’s atually starting to believe he’s some type of babysitter, like the weasleys had deided that every time gee was going into one of his slumps they would just push him toe that he was able to deal with it, beause he doesn’t think it’s a oihey keep fiher and gee looks like he’s iively seeki, friend or not.
gee has spent the whole day swivelily okay and standing right at the edge of a liff, and this time, it had been drao who edged him a little bit l suggested a walk and then fouanding right in froy hair that ginny had io be there in memory of fred, just to keep her from feeling like she had fotten him.
“that’s all he gets. he dies, and life goes o even say anything about him.” he is gring at the hair. drao is liher with the dragon t, someoo help him alm the storm before it boils over. “they just give him a hair.”
“she probably didn’t le sad,” drao finds himself saying, fl, so out of his depth it’s almost ughable. “ day, you know.”
“still. he deserves better. more,” a, hard, hard enough that ohe legs of the hair snap. drao repairs it, but that does not stop the sarlet ribbon that had been ed around it from floating into the air and out of reah, taking away the only sign that it e reserved for someohan a stupid.” another kik. “chair.”
drao just wathed him as the fury rolls over him and theo nothing, leavianding there lookile kid who had just thrown a tantrum and didhe respoed. “you o move on.” he says, hardly daring the w his mouth but knowing that they must be said by someone, beause merlin knows none of his family are going to do it. you o be a speial kio say what drao is saying. “it’s the only way y to get a life of your own.”
“why should i get to move o at the hair again, but lighter this time, so it’s more of a nudge. “why should i deserve to have a life whe?”
“beause you’re the oill here, and that suks, but you’ve got people who love you, who so desperately want you to be okay again.” drao reahes out to him a shrug him away. “ishe fat that you still have them, even when he’s gone?”
“it would be better if he were here,” gee mutters, so quiet that they aend drao did heens a a ugh, shifting in the blihe gee who eaking of people who loved you. i osed to tell you earlier. harry needs you in the garden.”
“what?” the word hrows him off a