andthepaperfoldsitselfonemore.potterpoketsittogetherwithhiswand.herossestheroomtogettheinvisibilitycloakongoyle’sbed,andthenpauses.heturnstolookatdrao.hiseyebrowsarereasedwithworry.“youokay,malfoy?”

andhedoesn’tknowwhatitisthathesaid,butpotter’ssmiling,andgod,itsukshowmuhhe’dmissedthatsmile.hisheadstillhurts,buthefindshimselfsmilingbakanyway.

potterlookssurprised.

thewordsareoutofhislipsbeforeheanstopthem.“ebak.”

“okay.afterdinner.”

atbreakfasttheday,harryisbaktoshamelesslyseekingoutthatblondhair.he’srelievedtoseedraoattheslytherintable,lookingwendtalkingwithsomeoftheseventhyears.he’ssoengrossedthathedoesn’tnotiethegirlbehindhim,notuntilronelbowshimquiteharshlyinthestomah.

potterdoesn’tlookassured,buthenodsbakandwalkstowardsthedoor.heholdstheloakopen.andthenhesighs.heturnsbaktodrao,openshismouthasiftosaysomething,butdeidesagainstit.heloseshismouthagain.instead,hesayswithasmallsmile,“seeyoutomorrow,then.”

draodoesn’tknowhowtoanswerthat,buthenodsanyway.hewillbe.

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chapter3

harryompletelyfetsaboutgringatronandwhipsaroundinsurprise.

potterleaves,anddraothinks,no.no,no,no,no,no.

draoalreadyhateshimself.he’snotsupposedtobedoingthis.“tomorrow.ebaktomorrow,imean.”hisheart’sbeatingloudlyinhishest,andheswallows,triestosteadyhisvoie.“youhavethatloakofyours.”

“oof!”heexims,atthesametimeaquiet,liltingvoiesays,“harry?”