narissa blks slowly at hi, surprised “i…are you sure, harry?”
no, but he’s beog ore sure as he says it the deisioles i, ofortable and right “i a” theily adds, “if it’s not too iposg”
narissa gives hi another sile, and it’s a little relieved, and real “nonsense, harry we’re the ones iposg”
the ≈ harry os to the anor, it is a week after drao was released narissa is sotnd there are pahe table, overed with teperature spells, aes ahere is also a note narissa’s elegant handwritg, tellg hi to please help hiself
it is 8 i drao is already his wheelhair, eyes starg distantly to the garden
he is lookg fuller now, ore alive his heeks have filled and thebak to his sk expliably, harry is suddenly very, very relieved that drao isn’t disposed enough that he a narissa has told hi, through the letters that they have started to exha drao’s spendg ore ai preseely
his hair shihe bright sun and harry resists the urge to touh
≈s down on the hair aross drao ahe weirdhe overall awkwardhe situation sk ihis is the first ti he’s here without narissa to talk to, jt hi and drao, who’s urre is off iher world his head
drao alfoy fro slyther
who lied to the death eaters to save you
when he loses his eyes, he ahe heat of the fs of fiendfyre likg his lothes dra “don’t kill hi” a grip that drao had on his waist as they flew above and out of the ferno
that wasn’t the grip of sooed to serve voldeort
that was jt the grip of sooed to stay alive
≈urns away, fro drao’s soft hair and the ories of fire
he piks up his fork, takes a pahe servis it plop on his own
“potter”
his fork drops surprise fshg, he looks up “alfoy”
“you’re…” alfoy squts
harry shrugs nervoly he feels like he’s jt been aught doihi supposed to be dog he supposes that it is weird to suddenlyand have y- ti eney your hoe eatg your panakes “yeah”
harry sees the ont that drao onfirs that he really is deed harry potter
drao slowly garden “is this the anor?”
“yeah”
“oh”
and it’s this oion aga and harry’s tense, ened before will repeat itself narissa iso help hi anyore and harry wouldn’t know what to do
but this ti, drao sees to reo he’s seeg with whatever’s his head, and he visibly rexes, leang bak on his wheelhair “e to observe ihen?”
and harry realizes that drao rebers hi, rebers a lot ore about hi, if he’s gog to go bak to old habits and his ual snark he feels unbearably happy at that
“no, alfoy, i’ jt here to eat your panakes”
drao furrows his eyebrows at hi, ahe pahe table it takes a while for hi to respond, but his eyes lear and he says, “get your filthy fgers off y panakes”
“well, you’re he”
drao, as he has always doo the halles a haowards the table it’s slow, but his pal ao nd on the fork his fgers shake and harry uands, ang i it’s probably been a while se drao ed his libs
≈ thk his help will be welo, but it’s better than wathg drale like this, and harry looks up, but the words die on his lips when he sees drao’s gaze is vaant agai ovg anyore
all of a sudden, the now failiar seakes hold of hi and akes his fgers old his eyes are rapidly beog war ao keep the at bay a shes down the p his throat ah eases the pa i a bit
drao alfoy isn’t supposed to look like this
≈ supposed to be like this
with another deep, shaky hale, harry steps forward and arranges drao bak his hair
he reoves drao’s hand fro the fork, and drao’s fgers are long and soft to the touh, but they’re old, and harry rubs the with histhe blood bak to the hat it’s his first ti touhg drao alfoy’s ha handshake durg first year his hahen sooth, like it had never done a day’s work his life
his hand’s bigger now, of ourse, but it’s alloed, and the o the edge, or sraped, or whatever it is that drao did with the ihree onths his ell
≈ the untouhed panakes and wonders if drao will get ahe up for hi
≈he up anyway, beae he wants try