BehtheheadlinewasapitureofPotterinaafé,eatingtrealetart.AllofthemagazineshadpituresofPotterthatseemedtoathhiminaratherunftteringlight.

“Theyseriouslyprintedthis?”Draoasked.Whyhadn’theseenthesebefore?

“Theartilesinsideareevenworse,”Lunasaid.“Ikeptthem,inaseweneededthemtoprovetheinvasionofHarry’sprivay.Lukily,Hermionegotthemalltostopsellingthemafterafewdays,althoughnoneofushaveanyideahowshedidit.ButIguessitwastoote.Thoseartilesreallygottohim.Harrydidn’tadmitit,ofourse,butthat’swhenhestoppedeatingwhenanybodywasaround.”

Drao’sheartgaveapainfulsqueeze.“Thosebastards,”hegrowled.“Ian’tbelievethis!”

“It’sawful,”Lunaagreed.“Rontriedtotalktohimaboutitone,butheimmediatelylosedup.Wetriedtoeasehimbakintoit,wethoughtitwouldbeokayforhimifonlylosefriendswerearound,buthefoundwaysaroundit.He’dshowupteintotheevening,tomakesuredinnerwasalreadyover,thingslikethat.”

Drao’smindraedashetriedtoproesseverythingLunahadjusttoldhim.NeverinamillionyearswouldhehaveexpetedthatPotterwashidingsuhanawfulseret.HestartledwhenhefeltLuna’shandonhiswrist.Hehadn’trealisedhishandswereshaking.

“That’swhyIwassosurprisedhemadedinnerforyou,”shesaidwithaghostofasmile.

“Yeah,well,wedidn’treallygettoeatit.”

“Still,Drao.”Lunasqueezedhiswristreassuringly.“He’sobviouslytrying.Youmustbeveryimportanttohim.”

Drao’sstomahrumbledunomfortablyatthat.Wasitreallytrue?HadPotterbeentrying?Thiswholetime?Butthewayhehadatedonthedayofg’swedding…Whyhadhe…

“Oh…Ohno.”RealisationhitDraohard,likeaBludgertothehead.“I’msuhanidiot,”hemurmuredtohimself.

ButhowshouldDraohaveknown?Withallthisnew-foundinformation,itwassuddenlypainfullyobviouswhyPotterhadaskedtoturnoffthelights,whyhehadwantedtokeephisshirton.

“Luna,I’msorry,butIhavetogo!”Hejumpedoffthesofaandstumbledtowardsthefirepe.

“AreyougoingtoseeHarry?”

Draonodded.HewathedasLunaapproahedhim,awarmsmileonherfae.Shepulledhimintoatighthugandpattedhisbak.

“Bepatientwithhim,Drao,”shewhispered.

Draoedhisarmsaroundher,lettingherwarmthseepintohim.

“Thankyou,Luna.Thankyouforyourhelp.”

Shepulledaway,hersilvery-blueeyesglistening.

“Ofourse,Drao.That’swhatfriendsarefor.”

Chapter9:You’veRuinedMyLfe

“Potter!Potter!!”

DraoknewhewastoofrantiasherossedPotter’slivingroom,butheouldn’thelpit.Hedidn’twantanotherminutetogobywithPotterbeingself-destrutive.

“Potter!”

Wherethebloodyhellwashe?Washenotathome?Draobargedintothekithen,onlytofinditempty.Hestompedbakintothehallway,frowningatthebathroomdoor.Itwasajar,buttheroomwasdark.Thatonlyleft…hisbedroom.

Withouthesitation,Draobeganbangingagainstthedoor.

“Potter!”

Lettinghisimpatienegetthebetterofhim,hethrewitopenandmarhedinside.

“What—What—Drao?”

“Potter.”Draogavehisdisheveledhairanddroopyeyesadisapprovinglook.“Whatareyoudoinginbed?It’sthemiddleoftheday.”

Potterseemeddoubtfulifhewasreallyawake.Heshookhisheadseveraltimes,untilheseemedonvinedDraowasreallystandinginhisbedroom.“Mindyourownbusiness,”hesaid,defensively.“Whatthehellareyouevendoinghere?”

“Ifyoudidn’twantmehere,youwouldhaveputthewardsbakup.”

“Youmadeitprettylear—Ugh,youknowwhat,no.”Drao’sheartsankatthetorturedexpressiononhisfae.“Ifyouamehereforanotherfight,soyouanauseme—”

“I’msorry,”Draoblurted.Eventhoughhehadusedthosetwowordsmoreinthestfouryearsthaneverbeforeinhislife,theystillfeltfnonhistongue.HewathedarefullyasPotter’sfaewentbnk.

“You—What?”Hestraightenedhimself,onehandslowlylosingintoafistontheduvet.“Whatexatlyareyousorryfor?”

“I—”Draohadnoideawheretobegin.ItwasmorethanobviousPotterhadtroubletalkingaboutit.HehadtoldDraosomuhabouthimself,abouthisthoughtsandfears,buthehadnevermentionedwhatLunahadtoldhim.“Ihadnoideawhatyouweregoingthrough,”hesaidquietly.

TheeffetthesewordshadonPotterwasinstantaneous.Apprehensionloudedhisfeaturesashismuslesvisiblylenhed.“Whatareyoutalkingabout?”heasked,histonewary.

“Don’tgetmad,”Draosaid,raisinghishands.“Shedidn’twanttotellmeatfirst.Shesaidyou’retheoneIshouldbetalking—”

“She,who?”

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