Butit’snotanyofhisbusiness.

Itdoesn’thaveanythingtodowithhim.

Nothingatall.

Hegoesabouthiseveryday,studyingfortests,avoidingphotographs,andughingwithfriends,resolutelypretendingthatitdoesn’thurt.

“Harry,”Ginnypleads,adayafteralltheHalloweenfestivities.Itisteintheafternoon,andtheskyisanoverastgrey.Inanhour,itwillbediime.They’resittingtogetherinoneofthestonebenhesintheloktowerourtyard,whereGinnyhadorneredhiminastditheffort.“TheRavenwsaredeimatingus.Weneedyou.”

Harrygrinsathersheepishly.They’vehadthisoionbefore,numeroustimesintheBurrow,andhethinksGinny’sstilltryingjustforthesakeofit.“I’msorry,Ginny.Ijustdon’tfeellikeit.Ijustwanttofinishtheshoolyearinpeae.”

Ginnysighsexasperatedly,rossingherarmslikeapetunthild.“Don’tyoumissflying?”

“Ido,”Harrysays,ughingatherreation.“Justnottheattention,Iguess?Besides,you’redoingwell.Iwathallyourmathesandyouhaven’tletanyonesoreyet.”

Ginnypreensatthepraise.Then,shenarrowshereyesathim.“Isit…beauseof…youknow…”

Harry’seyeswidens,wavinghishands,thedenialimmediatelyonhislips.“Oh,no!No,no,no.It’sfine,Gin,I’mnotavoidingyou,ifthat’swhatyou’rethinking.That’snotitatall.”

Ginnysmiles,shouldersrexing.“Okay.Good.”Then,shelooksaroundtheourtyard,seesnooneelse,andthenleansintowhisper.“Well,isitbeauseof…?”

“Of…?”

“Well,uhm.”Shesmiles,almostapologetially.“Malfoy?”

Harry’sgobsmakedexpressionjustmakesherugh.“I’msorry.Ron’sbeentellingmeaboutit.Imean,hedoesn’tmeanbad,he’sjustworried.”

Harryfeelshisfaeburning.It’sonethingtoknowthathisfriendsknow,andquiteanothertotalkaboutitwiththem.He’sgottenusedtoitbeingthisopenseret,thebigelephantintheroomthatnobodyisallowedtotalkabout.“Iknowheis.And.No.It’snotabouthim.Ithink.I’mjustreallytired,Iguess?Ijustwanteveryonetostop…Idon’tknow,treatingmelikeI’m,err,HarryPotter.”

Ginnyughs,asshedidbefore,beforeeverythinghappened,asifsheholyfindshimendearing.Herfaeisasbrightasever,herbrightredhairflyingasshethrowsherheadbakandughsopenly.Harrythinksheouldfallinlovewithheragain,ifhetried.Hethinkstheyouldmakeitwork.

“Okay,I’llyoff.”Shegrins,eyestwinkling.“Butouldyoumaybesitinonsomepraties?BeatsomeskillsintoourSeeker?He’sgood,reallygood,buthejustdoesn’thavethesamesensefortheSnithlikeyoudid.”

Harrygrinsbakather.“Whydon’tyoubetheSeeker?Ravenwwon’tstandahane.”

Andthen,asalways,heisthefirsttospotthatblondhair.

Ginnyseeshimstaringoverhershoulder,turnsaround,andblinks.“Oh.Malfoy.”

Attheendoftheourtyard,Draoisdesendingthestepsfromtheloktower.Hispallorispalerthanusual,likehe’sstillsik,buthisfeetdoesn’tslowdown.Henodsattheminpolitegreeting,passingbythemwithoutlosingstride.“Terriblysorryforthedisturbane.Carryon.”

Harryisuponhisfeetinaheartbeat.“Malfoy.”

Hedoesn’tknowwhyitfeelslikehehasjustbeenaughtdoingsomethingheisn’tsupposedtodo.HejustfeelsthatDrao’sgottenitallwrongsomehow.Whythatmatters,hedoesn’tknoweither,beauseDraoandAstoriaareprobablygoingout,sohedoesn’tknowwhyhefeelstheneedtoexpinhimself.

Draodoesn’tstop,ofourse.HeentersthebridgethatleadstotheStoneCirle,notonelookingbak.

Ginnytakesholdofhissleeve.Harrylooksather,surprised,andshenudgesherheadtowardsDrao’sdiretion.

Tohissurprise,shedoesn’tlookannoyedatDrao’srudenesslikehehadexpetedhertobe.Infat,shelooksworried,andheisrelievedandgratefulallatthesametime.

Hethinksheouldfallinlovewithheragain.

Butheknowsthat’snotwhatshedeserves.

Andnotwhathewants.

“Malfoy!Wait!”

They’reonthebridge,andtheoldNovemberwindspsattheirrobesandbitestheirheeks.Draodoesn’tstop,butHarryhadn’treallyexpetedhimto,andsoheleapsforwardandgrabsDrao’swrist.

Draoturnstohim,gring,buthestilllookspaleandtiredanddespitewhatagitDrao’sbeing,Harryan’thelpbutbeworried.

“Whatdoyouwant,Potter?”

“Wait,Malfoy,Ijustwanttotalk.”

“Well,Idon’t,nowgoaway.Gobaktoyourgirlfriend.I’msureshe’swaitingforyou.”

Harryblinksinonfusion.“Ginny?She’snotmygirlfriend.”

“Well,Idon’treallyarewhoyouhoosetofuk.Youdoyou.”

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