theday, she owls hi ihe eer, she writes:
i’ not really sure about you volvih alfoy aga, but i trt you as always, harry, and i a worried about hi a’s been helpih everythg sohow i kryg to hole yourself up griauld pe tely we are gog to talk about that when i o bak
how is alfoy? say hullo to hi for
four days ter, harry returns, and is surprised whehe door and drao turht at hi
“you’re here,” he onts, eyes wide and startled
drao raises a hi “this is y roo, potter”
“i guess err” harry paes by the door “bsp;i o ?”
“you’ve been bargihe past o weeks, or so y other tells dohg as trivial as the k of y perission s you now”
harry fshes, but ehe roo, anyway “exe , then”
≈he roo, onsio of draaze oi as hethe table “eggs?”
drao follows his gaze, towards the table with o sets of breakfast: frenh ts, slies of fruit, and a up of offee he sighs “well, sit dowhere’s nothg uh i ao when even y hoe elf’s aki”
harry shrugs, ahe folded op of the napk o’s fro narissa, with pretty uh the sa ssage as before he sits doihat’s pooled his outh at the sll of the food “your other asked to o today”
“you an refe her, you know you’re ertaly under no obligation to babysit rials”
harry frowns at that, but doeshe bait “i know i jt want to i’ the one who offered”
drao stares at hi, and there is gey his ≈ion “why?”
harry shrugs “free food” he starts to dig to his breakfast drao oare at hi he sn a outhful of eggs and toast “how are you feelg?”
≈o ua goiraight answer, drao looks away “dreadful y bak hurts”
harry taps de to sile after so any visits of drao jt sittg there like a vegetable, it’s refreshg to hear his ual snark “herione says hi, by the way”
“tell her she doesend to be ivil jt beae the war’s over”
≈ pretendg she’s really worried about you”
drao soihat weasley’s worried about , too?”
“well, he’s ostly worried about but he does ask about you fro ti to ti”
“probably jt to ake sure we’re not hidiers eoo abh the golden boy to revive you-know-who,” drao utters
harry’s fork paes halfway to his outh bits of the egg plop bak onto his pte “err you’re not, are you?”
drao looks at hi straight the eyes, unaed “rl, potter, if we wanted you disposed, bky oisoned your panakes by now”
harry rexes he’s gd bky hasn’t poisoned his pahose pa “okay, good i’ll tell ron that”
drao sighs loudly “why are ya?”
harry shrugs “you know, i’ not really sure yself,” he says holy
at that, drao leans bak his hair, studyg hi
harry resists the urge to shove ahful of eggs his outh io avoid his gaze
after a while, drao looks out to the garden his voie is sall a “you’ve done your part y other esaped azkaban, and for that, i a ied to you y sentene was also redued beae of you i a not so uo fet that but this…” he g hi, eyes tired “what do you get out of this?”
it hurts, to see drao alfoy so defeated oi, harry thks he would have relished seeg drao like this, atohiohio do to save his faily
≈i isn’t now
“i’ sorry,” he lets out a rh “you shouldo azkaban”
≈hat drao sends hi at that is dry “have you fottehgs i’ve done?”
“no,” harry shakes his head, as drao’s eyes head on “”
“what is this, theurns tolden boy’s feelg guilty?”
“do” harry gres it’s gettiay al when drao’s so deided to be an asshole “look, alfoy, there’s erior otive to this ’t we jt i don’t know, be friends?”