harry frow let go of drao’s wrist yet there are so any thi uand, why drao’s looki to pass out any ute, why he’s shg out so uh, and at the bak of his d, at the very bak of his d, there is a sall voie whisperg to hi that it alost sees like drao’s…jealo
“don’t talk about her like that,” he says, as ally as he an to will away the irritati to ith under his sk
drao sneers, and suddenly, harry is hit with a sense of sad it’s been suh a long ti se he’s seen drao’s fae ho ah urved to a sile, eyes shihe bright, su drao’s sa as if sur never happened as if those banana panakes shared together and walks the garde
≈hat he’s still holdg on to the, like a lovesik idiot
“you’re the oed to talk, potter”
harry drops his wrist, shakg his head he gres bak, sowlg “rl, alfoy, what’s gotten to you? i jt wao ask h”
≈ splendid now, will that be all?” drao turns away, ready to leave
“no, alfoy—”
drao turns his head bak, eyes burng with ah urled to a snarl as he hisses: “leave alone go fuk weasley already, if you’re so desperate f—”
harry ss his fist the al rgs loudly the valley, and the bridge shakes with the fore of his fist there is the sound his ears a-headed with a dra suh a dik, and at hiself for still beied by hi
there is a look of shok on drao’s fae, as if he hado get so a, but harry doesn’t are anyore if drao wahen fe
≈s his teeth and walks away, before he an do a he ight regret ter “i don’t even know why i keep tryg i’ done, alfoy i hope you’re happy”
aops his way through the bridge and bak to the lok tower ourtyard, hands shakig furioly i
and behi see drao fall to the floor, bury his fae his hands, ah a sad, shaky ugh:
“dan it, potter why didn’t you punh ?”
chapter 2
drao floats then, fro oe of oo another ohere, starg at the wooden floor e, knog that he’s dog it, his body’s dog it, his ow, and thehe’s so haze, like sobody else is starg at the floor a lh their eyes ahat, it goes bk all over, a know how uh ti passes until theti he sees the f, but it’s darker now, and one orner of his ihat oh, it’s already night ti
there’s a rak the wood, and a sall spider, so sall he’s surprised it hasn’t been blown away by the wi, slips through it he wonders if he an slip through it, too
what did he say ta? potter was ad it’s been a long ti si saw pry he does he never did like it but he ould stand it then, years ago, so why does it hurt so uh now?
≈alkg about sothg a girl pirl oh weasley
his visio di at the edges aga
it’ll be nie, he supposes they’re gog to build the happiest faily ever
it hurts
what did he say ta?
it’s dark darker than azkaban
azkaba had oonlight shg through the bars
but this is darker, pith-bk, all light bloked by the anopy of trees above he hears the rtle of leaves ore thahe, ahe i buzzg of is sothg howls ahead and drao wohis is real or if it’s jt his head aga
≈o leave he knows he does he alith po’s beeg harder a out of his head he thought he was gettier
butgettiter’s angry, ahe anor, and the garde, and potter
≈her howl that sounds and ehoes around hi, a knoihks he’s walki sure, but it’s dark here, a around
draoto the sereale tart, and fresh soap he’s beg arried on soone’s bak, and he kely who it is his nose is buried potter’s hair a sure if this is real, but he feels like ryg
≈hks he already is
≈ops, paes, ahat they’re still outside the astle it’s still dark, with only the oo fro the towers ilieps the d is still old, and their robes billow the d p hi, and he’s probably heavy, but prip uhighs are fir
potter says, “i’ sorry i did i said”
drao’s havg a hard ti he doesn’t uand
“i’ not gog to st you, alfoy stet rid of ”
the hukle is out of his lips before he an s it stupid potter stupid, annoyg potter who doesn’t ko give up the little bugger jt has to save everyohat do “i’ ad, potter”