“i…don’tuandwhatyou’regettingat,astoria.”

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“helphim.please.”

hestaresather,unsureofwhattomakeofherwordsandherexpression.

butastoriajustughsathisobvioushorror,andthoughherheeksareflushedwithembarrassment,thesadnessonherfaeisgone.“isitthatobvious?”sheletsoutafewmorehukles,unabletohelpherself.“butit’sokay.iknowhealreadylikessomebodyelse.”

thistime,harrymanagestostopthe“who?”fromslippingpasthislips.hethinkstheshokofthepainatknowingthatdraolikessomebodyelsehelped.hedoesn’tevenknowwhyitstillhurts,beauseupuntminuteago,hehadthoughtthatthatsomebodyelsewasastoria—

harryisquiktoassureher.“oh,no,ididn’tthinkthat.”

he’sseenitonhimself.

“heatuallydidn’twanttotellmeanythingatfirst.iwastheonewhoinsisted.ithelps,yousee.helikestalkingaboutyou.”here,shesmilesathim,butitlookssad.

again,astoriavisiblyrexes.harrywondersjusthownervousshewasbeforeominguptohim.

n.“whatidid?”

astoriawhohasnowgonequietandislookingathimasifshe’stryingto

heblurtsout,“youlikemalfoy,don’tyou?”

assoonasthewordsareout,heimmediatelyregretsit,beauseit’sinappropriate,iive,andhermioneandginnyarebothgoingtokillhimwhentheyfindout.

“itkeepshimawake.imean.awakeawake.”

andthenitliks.whyastoria’ssadsmilelookssofamiliar.

astorianods.“howyoutriedtohelphimbakinthesummer.”pinkdustsherheeks,andsheshakesherhead.“i’msorry,weweren’tgossipingoranything—”