Draoflinhesandlooksaway,mouthurleddownwards.“Welostthehaneforthatbakinfirstyear.Tooteforfriendshipbraeletsnow,”hemutters.

Harryreallsit,11-year-oldDraoandthehandthatherefused.Heblinks,surprisedatDrao’sreation.SurprisedthatDraostillremembersthatmomentandthinksmuhofit.

Draosighs,snappingHarryoutofhisthoughts.“Andbesides,whywouldyouevenwanttobefriendswithme?”

“Merlinknowswhy,you’resuhanirritatinggit,”Harryresponds,mimikinghissigh.HepointshisforkatDrao.“ButI’mstaying,sostoptryingtopikafightwithme.Idon’twanttoexpintoNarissawhyItapedyourmouth.”

Draoraisesaneyebrowathim.“I’matuallyaskingseriousquestionshere.You’retheonebeingalldefensiveaboutit.”

Harryflusheswithshame,beauseheknowsthatthat’sexatlywhathe’sfeelingrightnow.Heshovesapieeoftoastinhismouth.“Sorry.Ijustwanttodoit,okay?Isn’tthatreasonenough?”

ThelookthatDraogiveshimtellshimthatno,itisnotenough.Draostilllookslikehewantstoaskanotherquestion,butintheend,hejusttakesthenapkinfromhispteandunfoldsitonhisp.

“Potter.”

“Hm?”

“StopeatinglikeaNeahal.You’remakingamess.”

Harryswallowsdownhistoast.Hegrins.“Sorry,Malfoy.”

“Potter,”Draosays,threedayster.Breakfastandlunhhasbothomeandgone,andthisisthefirsttimeDraohasspokentoday.

Harrylooksupfromhisbook.

Draopeersathimandthenhisbook,tryingtomakesenseofwhathe’sseeing.Hetiltshishead.Swallows.Ittakesawhilebeforehetalks.“Whatareyoudoinginmyhouseagain?”

“Reading?”

Draoblinks,andhiseyeslear.Hesagsbakinhiswheelhair,asiftiredfromtheeffortofomingintotheworldagain.Helearshisthroat,swallowsthedrynessinhisvoieaway.“Merlin,IthoughttheysentmetoAzkaban,notsomeotherdimensionwhereyouatuallyhavetherefitoreadaPotionsbook.”

“Idowanttopassmysthisyear,Malfoy.”

“I’mnotbettingonit.”

“That’swhyIaskedNarissatoletmeborrowyourbooks.”

Drao’seyeswidenandhegres.“Thosearemy—!Getyourgermsoffthem.”

Harryrollshiseyes.“WhydidIevenworryaboutyou?YouseemfineforsomebodywhojustspentthreemonthsinAzkaban.”

Justlikethat,thereisafshofhurtinDrao’sfae.“Whatdidyouexpet?A—”

Andthenhe’sgone.

Harryisstunned.Theguiltstartstoeatathim,quikandsharp.

“Sorry,”hesays,anhourter,PotionsbooktukedarefullyawayinDrao’strunk.

Draolooksatthetrunk,andthenathiminexasperation.“Well,don’tstartgettingshyonmythingsnow,Potter.Goon.Merlinknowsyouneedallthehelpyouanget.”

“No,notjustforthat.”

“Forwhat,then?”

“ForwhatIsaid.”

“Yousayalotofidiotithings.”

“Malfoy.”

Draosighs,wavinghishand.Helookstiredtoday.Likeittookmoreeffortforhimtoomebak.“Forthereord,Ithinkit’ssafetosayweexpetedthesamethingtohappenwhenIenteredthatgodforsakenpe.”

Harryrexes,nowthathe’sfiven.Theguiltreedesintosomethinglesspiering.“Well,tobeho,”hereplies,tryingtolookwistful.“Ikindaexpetedyou’dbenierafteryougotout.”

Draogiveshimadeadpanstare.“IwenttoAzkaban,Potter,notadayareenter.”

Harryshrugs,andthejoke,surprisingly,makeshimsmile.

Draolooksawayfromit.Heswallows.“Iexpetedyoutobeswimminginyourhordeoffans,lovereveryone,givingoutautographedpostersofyouholdingYou-Know-Who’sseveredhead.Notskulkingaroundhereinmyroom.”

“Wouldyoulikeanautographedposter?”

Thatearnshimastartledugh.

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