“Hey,Drao,”Lunabeamed.“YourememberGee,right?”Thankheavensforthisgirl!

“Hey…Drao?”Italmostsoundedlikeaquestion,asthoughGeewastryingtonavigatetheunfamiliarityofhisfirstname.

“Gee,”Draosaidwithasmallnod.Yeah,thiswasreallyweird.

“Youguysarefriends?”Geeasked,hisvoiedrippingwithseptiism.

“Oh,yes,”Lunasmiled.“Draoanbereallynie.AlthoughIthinkhepreferstoletpeoplethinkheisn’t.Notlikeinthepast,though.Hewasn’tniewhenhewasaDeathEater.ButIthinkhe’stryingtomakeupforit.”

Asalways,Drao’smouthdroppedopeninastonishment.“Youreallyjustsaywhatomestomind,don’tyou?”

Lunaokedherhead.“Don’tyou?Oh,nowonderyou’resowlingallthetimeifyoukeepallofyourthoughtstoyourself!”

“Iguessithurtspeoplesometimes,hearingotherpeople’sunfilteredthoughts,”Geesaid.Itdidn’tesapeDrao’snotiethathewasgivinghimaspeutivegne.

“ButeverythingIjustsaidistrue,”Lunasaid.

“Isit?”Geeaskedinanunonvinedtone.Draobithistongue,butbeforeheouldstophimself,thewordsspilledoutofhismouth.

“Listen,Iknowitprobablymeansnothingtoyou,butIamreallysorry.I’msorryfortheroleIpyedinthewarand…forwhathappenedtoyourbrother.”Draostaredatthefloor,unabletolookGeeintheeyes.

“Youalreadysaidthat,”Geesaid,promptingDrao’seyestoinvoluntarilysnapuptohis.“Inyourletter.Ihaven’tfotten.”

“Oh,yougotone,too?”Lunaaskedwithoutsoundingsurprised.Instead,shesoundedhappy.

“Yeah,”GeesaidslowlybeforeheturnedhisattentionbaktoDrao.“Itwasagoodgesture,youknow,thatyouwrotetoeahofusindividually,insteadofsendingonelettertothewholefamily.Iappreiateyouapologisinginperson,butIdon’tputmuhvaluetowords.”

“Oh,butDraois—”

“Luna,”Draointerruptedherwarningly.

Gee’seyesflikeredquestioninglybetweenthetwoofthem.Lunajustshrugged.

“Well,asmuhasIpreferationtowords,Harrysaysyou’redifferentnow,too,so…”HeraisedhisbutterbeertoDraoandtookaswig.“IguessI’llkeepanopenmind.”

“Right,”Draosaidwiththeghostofasmile.Holy,hehadexpetedworse.Somuhworse.Also,Potterwastalkingabouthim?Hewasn’tsurehowhefeltaboutthat.Itmadehisbellyallflutteryandwarm.Ugh.

“Youwantsomethingtodrink?”heasked,turningtoLuna.

“Oh,yes,abutterbeer,please.”

Draonodded,makinghiswaytothekithen.HewasprettysureGeeandLunastartedtalkingabouthimtheseondhewasgone,buthedidn’tmind.Geehadeveryrighttobeseptial.Holy,DraohadnoideawhyLunalikedhim.Mostdays,Draodidn’tlikehimself,sohowouldanybodyelse?

Heletoutasighinreliefwhenhefoundthekithenwasempty.Well,exeptformoreballoons.Howmanywerethere?Hehelpedhimselftoagssofredwinewhih,shokingly,tastedfarbetterthanhewouldhavethought,giventhiswasWeasley’sparty.

“Hey,where’dyougetthatgss?”

Draoturnedaround,startled,andfoundayoungmanwithsandybrownhairsmilingathim.

“Righthere,”hesaid,handinghimone.

“Thanks,”hesaid,reahingforthefirewhiskey.“I’mHenrybytheway.”

“Drao.”

“Oh,you’reDraoMalfoy,aren’tyou?”Henrysaid,strethingouthishand.Draoshookitwarily.Whenpeoplereognisedhimbyhisname,theyusuallystartedtalkingaboutthepast.AndeventhoughthisHenryguyseemedfriendlyenough,DraowasinnomoodtotalkabouthisdaysasaDeathEaterwithastranger.

“That’sme,”hesaidinalippedtone,sippingathiswine.

“Harrytoldmesomuhabout—”

“Ah,youmetHenry.”

Draoalmosthoked.HiseyeswidenedashetookinthebrightgrinonPotter’sfaeasheenteredthekithen.Itwassuhashokingsight;notonlybeauseDraohadn’texpetedtoseePottergrinningathimafterwhathadhappenedbetweenthem,but…beause…

HolyfukingMotherofMerlin!

BloodyPotterhadabloodybeardnow.Andnotjustalittlestubblefrombeingtoozytoshaveforafewdays,afull-on,raven-bkbeard.Shit.Shit!Itmadehimlookabsolutelydeletable.AndasiftomokDrao,theprathadhosentodressnielyforahange.

AsDraoeyedtheolrofthebluedressshirtandthetie,hewonderedifPotterwasindeedwearingthistoirritatehim.Surely,LunahadtoldhimshewouldbebringingDrao.Thatwouldalsoexpinwhyhedidn’tlooksurprisedatalltofindhiminWeasley’skithen.Besides,heknewPotter.Thiswasn’tanoutfithe’dnormallyhooseforhimself.Thegreyjumperhewaswearingontoplookedinrediblysoft;wasthatashmere?Potterdidn’twearashmere!

DraowassuddenlystartledoutofhisthoughtswhenhenotiedPotterhadurledanarmaroundHenry’ship.Itwasaverypossessivegesture,onethatsaid‘He’smine,bakoff’.Only,Draoouldn’thavearedlessaboutHenry.

“Oh,howlovely,”hesaidwithafakesmilewhilehisinsidesstartedtoboil.Potterwasdatingsomeone?Hewasdatingsomeone?AndhewasparadinghiminfrontofDraolikeashowdog.Seriously?Seriously?

Theyallflinhedwhenseveralballoonsaroundtheroomsuddenlyburst.Henrylookedthiswayandthat,whilePotter’sgazeflikeredtoDraoforafrationofaseond.Damnit,heneededtoontrolhismagiaroundPotter.Andfromthelooksofit,thestupidpratknewexatlywhatwasgoingon.Orheseemedtohavehissuspiionsatleast.

“Hey,Harry,Henry,ouldyouguysomeoverhereforase?”Grangeralledfromthelivingroom.

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