“you an walk,” harry brts out stead, by way
≈ observation skills, potter i do still have y o legs with ”
harry fshes at that “but, i an…like your hand”
“i dohe rest of y days stuk the wheelhair waitg for the ≈ potter os bak to save , you know”
a fsh of hurt hrough hi with that “i did”
“surprised i ould do it without your help?”
“alfoy”
“or sad that you ouldn’t show off your hero oplex ahe world how you helped aer walk aga?”
“alfoy”
drao opens his outh for his ≈
harry uts hi off before he really starts to go at it “i’ happy to see you up a”
drao’s outh loses his eyes widen and harry wathes, aazed as drao turns away aips of his ears olour “don’t thk so little of ”
“i’ not,” harry says, walkg out of the balony and to the gardeerflies flyg arou know if they’re real iked “at least now i doo ph you aroug heavy”
drao gres at hi “are you sayi?!”
“well, you haven’t really beeely”
drao tureppg froher “i’ll have you know —!” and then his knees ruple fro underh hi, and harry thanks whatever god is up there that he still has his reflexes fro fightg the war he leaps , athes drao’s shoulders, but is knoked off bahe sudde
he ends up half on the bh of arnations and half on grass, drao sprawled over his p
to his surprise, dra
the sall edges of the bh’s branhes dig pafully to his sk, but draio, espeially when he looks so opehat
“yoo help up, potter i an’t feel y legs anyore”
“jt a few utes ag so big about how you ould do it on your own”
“i an, but you’re already here, you ight as well be of so e”
harry h his knee “i ought to shove you ia, alfoy”
“y other will be livid with you”
“i’ll exp that y an ass”
“pog to help up or not? it’s rather disofitihis lose to your roth”
and harry ughs aga
drao’s silg, and the sun is bright and his hair is bright, and there’s ore olour to his fae now than there has been for weeks
so harry helps hi up and drao an walk, but he an only hold hiself up for a few utes, before his ko bukle beh hi harry helps hi bak to his wheelhair by keepg an ar around drao’s waist and a hand under his elbow, and drao does angry and harry pretends this isn’t weird
“what’s for breakfast today?” harry asks as he phes drao’sthe rap that leads to the balony
“is food the only thg oupyg your head?” drao says exasperatedly he waves towards the table, where teared durg their froli the gardee y a genero slie of pie “beberry pie”
harry idiately reog, aen “oh it’s fro olly” he parks the wheelhair on drao’s side of the table as down on his hair
drao nonhantly takes his napk and ys it over his p “yes, she seerday other likes it”
harry grs “so? how is it?”
and drao doesn’t look at hi, keeps his eyes resotely on the napk ohough it’s already unfolded properly he lears his throat “i like it it’s deliio”
harry an’t s the soft sile f ohen olly ie for the alfoy faily drao alfoy sayg that olly weasley’s beberry pie is deliio there is warth i’s threateng to spill out he thi visit the burrow toorrow
“olly would love to hear that”
theday, harry arrives at the burrow, uhe whole hoe grows silent for a few seonds after he nds through their floo it’s ertaly been a while se harry’s visited, despite the nuro vitations he’s had fro all bers of the faily but the burrow isf, and all at reeti fro all sides