“oh, he has siwelve” gny breaks , snappihe o of the, and harry starts ughg the way he does wheeasi hi “and that was oe extra jt go already, you o, i an’t distrat the press forever”
harry arhes an eyebr would not jt be silly, it would also feel like drao was aditti everythiwo of the was still a onstaioerio wihg
≈ook his hand
harry
≈he idea first a to hi, he didhk it through at all he had jt seen soone who hought of his big epty hoe stuffed full with siri’ shadow, and thought that ara person would help fill it up with sothg liviood, a eng, the age old sayg that it only takes five seoo hange your life
and now drao alfoy was standg his livg roo
≈hg was, that as the o of the look around at his hoe, harry is atually ebarrassed it’s still the sa fur’s dark and glooy, and harry isn’t always the best at hoekeepihat its nothi drao had gotten to go ho tht
≈his is ho” harry breaks the ie first, beae he’s a gryffdor and bravery is kd of his thg “y bedroo is o floor, but i an shole and you pik where’s best? kreaher an take you around”
“you dohis” it was really the first thg that drao had said to hi, besides the jibe he ade froe, where the sile split his fae apart and harry ould see the old alfoy underh “why are you dog this?”
“i don’t know”
≈” drao’s hands were shakg harry khe feelg, had beeh ron’s bouts of unexpihe war ehe pa and terrrief burstg out of all of the unexpable ways harry goes on walks the iddle of the night herione leans aions, dependg on the ood “i ade y peae with that, okay, and i was ready, i was ready for it, to have so peae for ohen you a along and did this, so i want to know why”
this was ore like the drao that harry khe ohought he deserved thgs and ade his own deands “beae i didn’t thi” harry would hat alfoy deserved a old ell azkaban, he blood that seed to be oatg his own hands “and i don’t thk you should let yourself loked up jt beae you’ve deided that you feel guilty, alright?”
≈ired, all of a sudden, the boion that os upois “jt pik a roo, okay? i’ll see you the ”
harrythe reakg stairs and to his roo, a drao really, really doeso urder hi his sleep
it’d be jt his k
chapter 2
drao
that firstsleep at all, jt y uiff sheets ahe raks rossg the eilihe reakg of the hoe and tryg to onvihere were no onsters sleepi he had easy i se he was hogwarts with the sound of other pe beside hi, and irange pe he was sharg with a boy (ahey’re adults now) that should by all rights hate hi
≈ hate hi, though
drao thks it would be easier to deal with, if they ould fall bak iern of utual dislike that would have been solid ground, a failiar pattern to fall bak tth fro he does not know how to deal with this harry, the harryto work the shower fauet (beae they’re triky i , i know) and asks if there artiur brand of e juie he would prefer, who offers to lear out a spae on the bookshelf f that drao ight want to read beae he rebered fro shool that drao liked books and ost of the are o heriht over to lear spae i, anyways
he’s hearg a lot of tidbits about harry’s shool friends, about the weasel ae (who harry is not datg, but na fro the basealy is), about dean and sea a gee and oliver wood’s perfora quiddith ga drao wishes that he ould return the favor, but he doesn’t talk to any of his old shool friends anyore
≈s harry would wa it anyways
the silehis hoe is stiflg, drao thks, uh like he does every , where he fally gives up on his sraps of shattered sleep ao his feet the hoe is too dark ao really be a ho, even though harry has tried there are afhgans with rooked stithes throwhe ars of the er’s work) and toized ugs pilg up oer, hipped hihe upboards and photos stuk haphazardly to the walls harry isn’t uh for the dosti sort of thgs, havg it jt be hi ihe nights where drao gives up oirely, he often fierg arouhen and puttg thgs order
kreaher had tried to shoo hi out the first ti, but he’s not as apable as he one was, ahird ti drao ighe old hoe elf left hi peae i beee and early with his ars soakg suds as he washes dishes the uggle g the fl the piture fras the sent of piantly stag his hands, but the sharp seher hi, jt sees t hi ore to hiself ahe sun fally starts to peak through the wio ook breakfast, whate