“Youanwalk,”Harryblurtsoutinstead,bywayofgreeting.

“Exellentobservationskills,Potter.Idostillhavemytwolegswithme.”

Harryflushesatthat.“But,Imean…Likeyourhand.”

“Idon’tspendtherestofmydaysstukinthewheelhairwaitingforthetimeSaintPotteromesbaktosaveme,youknow.”

Afshofhurtnesthroughhimwiththat.“Ididn’tmeanthat.”

“SurprisedIoulddoitwithoutyourhelp?”

“Malfoy.”

“Orsadthatyououldn’tshowoffyourheroomplexandtelltheworldhowyouhelpedanex-DeathEaterwalkagain?”

“Malfoy.”

Draoopenshismouthforhisretort.

Harryutshimoffbeforehereallystartstogoatit.“I’mhappytoseeyouuponyourfeetagain.”

Drao’smouthloses.HiseyeswidenandHarrywathes,amazedasDraoturnsawayandthetipsofhisearsolour.“Don’tthinksolittleofme.”

“I’mnot,”Harrysays,walkingoutofthebalonyandintothegarden.Therearebutterfliesflyingaround.Hedoesn’tknowifthey’rerealormagiked.“AtleastnowIdon’thavetopushyouaround.Youweregettingheavy.”

Draogresathim.“AreyousayingI’mgettingfat?!”

“Well,youhaven’treallybeenexerisingtely.”

Draoturns,onefootsteppinginfrontoftheother.“I’llhaveyouknow—!”Andthenhiskneesrumplefromunderhhim,andHarrythankswhatevergodisuptherethathestillhashisreflexesfromfightinginthewar.Heleapsin,athesDrao’sshoulders,butisknokedoffbanebythesuddenweight.

Heendsuphalfonthebushofarnationsandhalfongrass,Draosprawledoverhisp.

Tohissurprise,Draostartsughing.

Thesmalledgesofthebush’sbranhesdigpainfullyintohisskin,butDrao’sughterisontagious,espeiallywhenhelookssoopenandrexedlikethat.

“You’regonnahavetohelpmeup,Potter.Ian’tfeelmylegsanymore.”

“Justafewminutesago,youweretalkingsobigabouthowyououlddoitonyourown.”

“Ian,butyou’realreadyhere,youmightaswellbeofsomeuse.”

Harrynudgeshimwithhisknee.“Ioughttoshoveyouinthefountain,Malfoy.”

“Mymotherwillbelividwithyou.”

“I’llexpinthatyouwerebeinganass.”

“Potter,areyougoingtohelpmeupornot?It’sratherdisomfitingtobethislosetoyourroth.”

AndHarryughsagain.

Drao’ssmiling,andthesunisbrightandhishairisbright,andthere’smoreolourtohisfaenowthantherehasbeenforweeks.

SoHarryhelpshimupandDraoanwalk,butheanonlyholdhimselfupforafewminutes,beforehiskneesstarttobuklebehhim.HarryhelpshimbaktohiswheelhairbykeepinganarmaroundDrao’swaistandahandunderhiselbow,andDraodoesn’tgetangryandHarrypretendsthisisn’tweird.

“What’sforbreakfasttoday?”HarryasksashepushesDrao’swheelhairuptherampthatleadsintothebalony.

“Isfoodtheonlythingoupyingyourhead?”Draosaysexasperatedly.Hewavestowardsthetable,wheretwopteshaveappearedduringtheirfroliinthegarden.Oneahpteyagenerousslieofpie.“Blueberrypie.”

Harryimmediatelyreognizesit,andhiseyesbrighten.“Oh.It’sfromMolly.”HeparksthewheelhaironDrao’ssideofthetableandthensitsdownonhishair.

Draononhantlytakeshisnapkinandysitoverhisp.“Yes,shesentitoveryesterday.Motherlikesit.”

Harrygrins.“So?Howisit?”

AndDraodoesn’tlookathim,keepshiseyesresolutelyonthenapkinonhispeventhoughit’salreadyunfoldedproperly.Helearshisthroat.“Ilikeit.It’sdeliious.”

Harryan’tstopthesoftsmilefonhisfaethen.MollyWeasleybakingapiefortheMalfoyfamily.DraoMalfoysayingthatMollyWeasley’sblueberrypieisdeliious.Thereiswarmthinhishestandit’sthreateningtospillout.HethinkshemightvisittheBurrowtomorrow.

“Mollywouldlovetohearthat.”

Theday,HarryarrivesattheBurrow,unannouned,andthewholehousegrowssilentforafewseondsafterhendsthroughtheirFloo.It’sertainlybeenawhilesineHarry’svisited,despitethenumerousinvitationshe’shadfromallmembersofthefamily.ButtheBurrowisneversilentforlong,andallatone,heersandgreetingseruptfromallsides.

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