&he headline iture of potter ireale tart. all of the magaziures of potter that seemed to ath him iering light.
“they seriously prihis?” drao asked. why hadhese before?
&iles inside are even worse,” luna said. “i kept them, ihem to prove the invasion of harry’s privay. lukily, hermioo stop sellier a few days, although none of us have any idea how she did it. but i guess it was too te. those artiles really got to him. harry didn’t admit it, of ourse, but that’s wheopped eating when anybody was around.”
draave a paihrowled. “i ahis!”
“it’s awful,” luried to talk to him about it oely losed up. we tried to ease him bak i it would be okay for him if only lose friends were around, but he found ways around it. he’d show up te io make sure dinner was already s like that.”
drao’s miried to pr luna had just told him. never in a million years would he have expeted that potter was hiding suh a. he startled whe luna’s hand on his wrist. he hadn’t realised his hands were shaking.
“that’s rised he made dinner for you,” she said with a ghost of a smile.
“yeah, well, we did to eat it.”
“still, drao.” luna squeezed his wrist reassuringly. “he’s obvi. you must be very important to him.”
drao’s stomah rumbled unomfortably at that. was it really true? had potter been trying? this whole time? but the way he had ated on the day of g’s wedding…why had he…
“oh…oh ion hit drao hard, like a bludger to the head. “i’m suh an idiot,” he murmured to himself.
but how should drao have known? with all this new-found information, it was suddenly painfully obvious why potter had asked to turs, why he had wao keep his shirt on.
“luna, i’m sorry, but i have to go!” he jumped off the sofa aowards the firepe.
“are you going to see harry?”
drao hed as luna approahed him, a warm smile on her fae. she pulled him into a tight hug and patted his bak.
& with him, drao,” she whispered.
drao ed his arms ar her into him.
“thank you, luna. thank you for your help.”
she pulled away, her silvery-blue eyes glistening.
“of ourse, drao. that’s what friends are for.”
chapter 9: you’ve ruined my lfe
“potter! potter!!”
drao koo franti as he rossed p room, but he ould. he didn’t wae to go by with p self-destrutive.
“potter!”
&he bloody hell was he? was he not at hed ihen, only to fiy. he stomped bak into the hallway, frownihroom door. it was ajar, but the room was dark. that o…his bedroom.
without hesitatian banging against the door.
“potter!”
&ing his impatieer of him, he threw it open and marhed inside.
“what—what—drao?”
“pave his disheveled hair and droopy eyes a disapproving look. “what are you doihe middle of the day.”
potter seemed doubtful if he was really awake. he shook his head several times, until he seemed onvined drao was really standing in his bedroom. “mind your own business,” he said, defe the hell are you even doing here?”
“if you didn’t want me here, you ut the .”
“you made it pretty lear—ugh, you know what, no.” drao’s heart saured expression on his fae. “if you ame here fht, so you an ause me—”
“i’m sorry,” drao blurted. even though he had used those two words more i four years than ever before iill felt fn on his tohed arefully as potter’s fae went bnk.
“you—what?” he straightened himself, one hand slowly losing into a fist o exatly are you sorry for?”
“i—” drao had o begin. it was more than obvious potter had trouble talking about it. he had told drao so muh about himself, about his thoughts a he had io luna had told him. “i had y through,” he said quietly.
&hese otter was instantaneous. apprehension louded his features as his musles visibly le are you talking about?” he asked, his tone wary.
“do mad,” dra his ha wa first. she said you’re the one i should be talking—”
“she, who?”