Harryfeelsvitorious.

Andthat’showtheyspendtheirtimetogether.Draogetsbetterinthemsafterthat.Itstilltakeshimawhiletoreallywakeupandbepresent,butitdoesn’ttakehimhoursnow.

Thedaysarequiet.Peaeful.Undemanding.

Draodisappearsinthemiddleofoions,sometimes,buttheypikitupassoonasheomesbak.Sometimes,ittakesawhileforhimtoremember,butHarrywaitspatiently,everytime.

Thedayspassbyinahazeofbreakfastandsmalloions.

ThreeweeksafterDraowasreleasedfromAzkaban,Harryentershisroomandpeersatthefoodonthetable.“What’sforbreakfasttoday?”

“Bananapanakes.”

Harrybeamsatthetstakontheservingpte.Besideitlieabowlofthinlysliedbananas,anotherbowlofrushedashewnuts,andanotherofbutterubes.“Oh,that’salot.”

“IhadBinkymakeextra.Youkeeponeatingmine.”

Harryughsthen,asudden,surprisedbarkofughter.ThereiswarmthspreadinginhisbellyatthethoughtofDraothinkingofhim.“That’sbeauseyoudon’teatthem.It’sawaste.”

“HowamIsupposedtoeatthemwhenyoushovetheminyourmouththefirsthaneyouget?Fukingmanners,Potter.”

Anotherroundofughter.“Sorry.Sorry,I’llasktime.”

Draorollshiseyes,buthislipsaretwithingandhe’slookinglivelierandhedoesn’tlooksosikanymore.Maybeithelpsthatheanmovehisarmsandfingersbetternow.He’sbeenjoiningHarryeatforthepastweek,andthat’sdefinitelynierthanHarryeatingalonewhileDraowathedwithasneerofmokdisgust.It’salsodefinitelynierthaneatingaloneinGrimmauldPe,onthelongtablewithalotofhairsbutnomorepeopletositonthem.

“Well?Sitdown.Idon’tthinkyouameherejusttowathmeeat.”

Harrydoesastold.“No,Iameforthepanakes.”Hetransferstwopanakesonhispte(AfterthreeweeksofeatingintheManor,he’smanagedtodivesthimselfofhisbashfulnesswiththefood),soopsasmuhsliesofbananaasheanwithhisfork,andsprinklesthatontopalongwiththerushedashews.Heunstopsthebottleofmaplesyrup.

“Youalwaysomeforthepanakes,”Draoreplies,gettinghisforkandreahingoverthetabletowardstheservingpte.HisnosesrunhesupatthesightofthepuddleofsyruponHarry’spte.

Harryignoresthat.“Well,ifitmakesyoufeelbetter,I’malsoheretoaskhowyou’redoing.”

“Whatthehellfor?”

“Didyouhaveagoodsleep?”

“Don’tbesopolitearoundme.It’sdisgusting.”

Harryshovespanakesinhismouth.He’slearnedthatDraotriestobediffiultonpurpose,andthebestwaytodealwithhimwhenhe’sbeingaslimysodistoignorethathe’sbeingaslimysod.Hethinksheshouldbeawardedforhisdisoveryandanonizedforhispatiene.“Didyouhaveagoodfukingsleep?”

AndthenDraoughs.

Justlikethat,anyirritationthathemighthavefeltgiveswaytoaertainkindofwonderatseeingDraoMalfoyughsounguardedly.Harryrealizeshe’sstaring.

“Yes,Idid.Thanksforasking.”

Harryswallowsthepanakesdown,hard.“Itshows.”

“Yeah.Imighttakeawalkinthegardentoday,”Draosays,smilingslightlyasheturnstolookatthebuddingflowers.

It’sworrisomehowthewordsareoutbeforeheanstopthem.“bsp;Iomewithyou?”

SurprisepaintsDrao’sfae,anditmakeshimlooki,eyeswideopenandeyebrowsraised.Afterawhile,Draoreturnstohispanakesandsays,withoutlookingup,“Yeah,whatever,Potter.Dowhatyouwant.”

Butbythetimethey’vefinishedeatingtheirbreakfast,heisgoneagain.

Harrytakesholdofhiswheelhairandpusheshimaroundthegardenanyway.

Theday,HarryomesandDrao’salreadyinthemiddleofthegarden,hiswheelhairfottenadistaneawayamongashrubofpinkarnations.

Harrystops,hisgreetingdyingonhislips.

It’sabiggarden,morespaiousthanDrao’sroom.Thefloraislush,rih,andlytrimmed,andolourbloomsineveryorner.Thereareroses,andlilies,andfet-me-nots.ationsandvender.Inthemiddleofthegardenstandsafountain,waterdrippingdownthemarbleeyesofthewomanstandingproudlyattheentreofit.ThesnakesonherheadhadtoldHarrywhosheissinedayone.

Andthere,underthebrightbluesky,standDraoMalfoy,wearingpintrousersandasweater,lookingattheflowerswithasmallsmileonhisfae.

Sinethewarended,Harry’shadtimetolearlythinkanduandthenatureofwhyhe’ssoobsessedwithDrao,really.HethinksRonandHermioneuands,too,butarejustwaitingforhimtofigureitoutforhimself.He’sfigureditalongtimeago,atually,butfiguringitoutandaeptingitaretwodifferentmatters.

Butit’ssuhablowtothehesteverytimeheomesarosssomethinglikethis,thesemomentsthatmakehisheekswarmandmakesithardtobreatheandevenhardertolookaway.

Draoseeshim,notieshimstaring,andturnsanamusedsmirkinhisdiretion.

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