Potterrollshiseyes.There’sasmileonhislipsandatwinkleinhiseyes,likeapromiseofsomethingfun.“No,Malfoy.”

Hestandsup,rossestheroom,andsitsonthefreespaeaboveDrao’shead.Herummagesinhispoketonemoreandproduesanoldpieeoffoldedparhment,whihheysonthebedinfrontofDrao’sfae.“eon,tapyourwandhereandsayIsolemnlyswearIamuptonogood.”

ResolutelyignPotter’sdistanefromhim(ortheutterkofit),Draogresattheparhment.“Areyoufibbingwithme?”

“No,Iamnotfibbing.You’rebeingdiffiultonpurpose,aren’tyou?”

Stillsuspiious,Draogetshiswandfromhisownpoket.It’sanewone,boughtinaquiktriptoOllivanders’onthestdayofAugust,ontheverysamedaythatKingsleyOwledhimtosaythathismagibanwasover.Hehadbeennervous,andashamed,tomeettheoldmanagainafterwhattheDeathEatersdidtohimintheirveryowndungeons,butGarrikOllivanderhadtakenonelookathim,disappearedwithinhisshelvesofboxes,andreturnedwithawandandfiveness.

“10inhes,rowanwoodanduniornhair,youngDraoMalfoy.Nomatterhowdarktheroad,thevalueisinyourpersistenetofindthelight.”

It’snotthesameashisoldone,ofourse,buthedoesn’tknowwherethatis(Potter?TheMinistry?)andhe’stoosaredtoask.

Holdinghisbreath,Draotapstheparhmentwithhiswandandsays,“IsolemnlyswearIamuptonogood.”

Theparhmentunfolds,andinkesfromthemiddle,towardsthesidesandthefourorners,toform…

“Hogwarts,”hesays,breathless.Hepropshimselfupononeelbow,eyeswide.HelooksbakatPotterwithhismouthopeninamazement.

Pottergrinsathiminreply.Hetapsthelowerrightorner,theSlytherinDorms,rightwheretheirnamesarepedbesideeahother.

It’sdefinitelyweird.Seeingtheirnamestogether.Theydon’tmath,afterall.

“Youweren’tatdinner,”Pottersays,ontinuingtheiroion.“IhekedtheMapanddidn’tseeyouanywhere.”

DraolooksattheareabelledGreatHall.It’sempty,asexpeted.Hedoesn’tknowwhattimeitis,butit’sprobablyalreadyafterurfew.HethinksabouttheabsurdityofPottereatingdinner,realizingthathe’snotthere,andgoingoutofhiswaytohekthisridiulousmapofhisjusttolookforhim.

Heblinks,triestostophimselffromfeelinghappyaboutit.“Otherpeoplemightallthisstalking,”hesaysinstead.

Potter’sheeksarepink.“Shutup,Iwasworried.”

He’sdefinitelyhappy.DamnPotter.“WorriedthatpoorlittleDraowentbonkersandwanderedoffintotheLake?”

“Yes,Malfoy,isitthatweirdofmetoworryaboutyou?Nowstoptryingtopissmeoff,I’mtryingtohaveaiviloionhere.”

Draolearshisthroatloudly.Hehopesthedarkisdoingitsjobhisburningfae.“Alright,soyoudidn’tseemeintheMap,andassumedthatIwasintheForest?”

“Well,it’soneofthepesthatisn’tshownontheMap,soItookahunh.”

Draolooksathimdisbelievingly.“YouwenttotheForbiddenForestonahunh?”

Pottershrugs.“It’snotthefirsttimeI’vebeentotheForest.Andyoudidn’tmanagetogetveryfar.”

He’snotmad.Potter’smad.Hethinksofallthethingsthatouldhavehappened,allthewaysthatthisdayouldhavegonehorriblywrong.“Merlin,Potter,youmeantotellmeIalmostgottheSaviouroftheWizardingWorldrippedapartbywolvesbeausehewasstupidenoughtoomeafteranex-DeathEateronahunh?”

Potter’sfrowningagain.“Stopallingmethat.Stopallingyourselfthat.”

“They’rebothtrue,Potter.Don’tbesosensitiveoverit.”

“So,”Potterirritablyutsoff,probablybeauseiftheyontinuetalkingaboutthis,theyaregoingtohaveanotherargument.“That’showIfoundyou.”

Draohuffsinreply.Heshakeshishead,stillinredulous,butthatmovementremindshimthathestillhasaheadaheandsoheliesbakdownonthemattress.It’sludirous,that’swhatthiswholethingis.

Potterbeinghere,beingsomeddlesomewithhimandhislife,andhimenjoyingit.EnjoyingPotter’sattention,histime,hisonern,andthosegodawfulsmilesthathesendsDrao’swaywhenDrao’ssaidsomethingpartiurlyfunny.

HewantsPottertostop.Hedoesn’tdeserveit.

TheDarkMarkburns,hotandheavyonhisforearm,underhissleeve.Hethrowsitoverhiseyes,andtakesadeep,shudderybreath.Hethankshislukystarsandwhateverhigherbeingthereisintheskythatnothinghappenedtoeitherofthemtoday,beausehedoesn’tthinkheanfivehimselfifsomethinghadhappenedtoPotterallbeausehewasrazyenoughtowanderwherehe’snotsupposedtowanderandstupidenoughtofallinlove.

“time,don’tdoit.Mylife’snotworthyours.”

Thereisapause,onethatstslongenoughforthetearstoprikhiseyes,beforePottermurmurs,“That’sformetodeide.”

Draoughs,lowandempty.“Youan’tsaveeveryoneallthetime.”

“Iknow.ButIwantedtosaveyou.”

“Itgoteasier,themoreIdidit,”Draofindshimselfexpiningawhileter.

He’sstilllyingvertiallyonthebed,turnedtohisside,wathingtheribbonsofnamesglideovertheMap.Potterdidn’tgobaktotheotherbedanymoreandhadsettledforlyingdownhorizontally,justbelowthepillows.HisthighisjustaboveDrao’shead.

DraohadjustSifiedhislothesandhisbed,unabletostandthegritandthedirtanymore,whenPotteraskedifheknewthatitwastheForbiddenForesthewaswalkingto,whihevolvedintotheoiontheyarehavingnow.

“IhadalwaysbeengoodatOlumeny.MyauntsaidIhadanaturaltalentforit.”Heloseshiseyes,smilinggrimlyasheremembersBeltrixLestrangea

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