“Luna.”

Potterstilled.“Whatdidshetellyou?”

Draoouldseetheuneaseinhiseyes.HesuspetedPotterdidn’trealisehowmuhLunaknew,howsheandtherestofhisfriendshadputthepieestogether;butheseemedtobeoingthepossibilitytheymighthaveaughton.Itobviouslyterrifiedhim.

“bsp;Isitdown?”Draoasked,pointingataspotbesidePotter.Heseemedrelutantbutslowlymovedasidetomakesomeroom.AsDraowalkeduptohim,Potter’sexpressionhardened.Heavoidedhisgaze,hugginghiskneeslosetohishest.

“Thisisn’tanintervention,”Draosaid,arefullysittingdown.“Ijustwanttotalk.IneverwouldhavesaidthosethingstoyouifIhadknown…”Hebrokeoff,unsureofhowtophraseit.WhatLunahadtoldhimsoundedpusiblebuthewantedtohearitfromPotter.“Igenuinelythought—IthoughtitwasabouttheDarkMark.Oraboutyou…notreallywantingme.”Ittooksomuhtosaythesewordsoutloud.Theywereeasilyyelledinafight.ButnowthatheknewPotterwasbattlingdifferentdemons,hewasmoreinlinedtoshowPotterhisowniies.

“It’sgotnothingtodowithyou,”Pottermurmured,staringathisknees.“Well,it’sgoteverythingtodowithyou,butthat—”Hesighed.“Ijust—IhatethatIfeelthisway,but…Ian’tdoanythingaboutit.”

“Howdoyoufeel?”

“Idon’twantto—”

“Iknowyoudon’twanttotalkaboutit.ButhowamIsupposedtouandifyoudon’ttellme?”Potter’sfeaturestwistedintosomethingtortured.Whenitwaslearhewasn’tgoingtosayanything,Draoadded,“Ineedtoknow,Potter.Otherwise,wereallyaredone.”

Itsoundedharsherthanhehadmeantit.Whathehadwantedtosaywasthattheywouldn’tstandahaneiftheyweren’tompletelyhowitheahother.Thethoughthorrifiedhim,buthedidn’twantPottertogoonlikethisandheknewassoonasPotterwouldopenup,he’dexpetthesamefromhim.Itwasn’tsomethingDraowaspartiurlylookingforwardto,buthewaswillingtotry.

“That’snotfair,”Pottermurmured,hisfaesetinastubbornsowl.

“Noneofthisisfair,”Draoretorted.“Look,youtoldmeyouwereworriedaboutdisappointingpeople,butfetaboutthat.Youshouldn’tareaboutwhatotherpeoplethink.”

“Iknowthat,”Pottermuttered.“But…Iareaboutwhatyouthink.”

Draopaused.Thiskindofsealitywasn’texatlysomethinghewasusedto.AndwhilehementallyadmittedhefeltthesamewayaboutPotter,heouldn’tshaketherushingsenseofresponsibilityPotterhadjustburdenedhimwith.So…whatnow?Thiswasgettingthemnowhere.DraowonderedhowfarheouldgowithouthurtingPotterunneessarily.Healwaysatedsostrongando,buthehadshownDraoglimpsesofhisvulnerablesideandifthatwasn’tanindiationhetrustedDrao,whatwas?

“So…”Draobrushedtheduvetwithhisfiips,searhingfortherightwords.“Lunashowedme…themagazines.”

Heinstantlyknewhedidn’tneedtoexpinanyfurther.ThelookonPotter’sfaesaideverything.

“Sheknows,”hewhispered,resignationringingloudlyinhisvoie.

“Yeah.She’sworriedaboutyou.”Tentatively,heputhishandonPotter’sknees.“I’mworriedaboutyou.”

Apparently,thathadbeenthewrongthingtosay.Potterlookedup,hiseyesfullofdefensiveness.

“Iknowit’snotnormal,”hesaid.“IknowI’mafreak.”

“Potter,”Draosaid,tryingtostayalm.“You’resomanythings,butyou’renotafreak.”Atthat,Potterhuffedandturnedawayagain.Draohadnoideawhattosay.HetriedtoputhimselfinPotter’sshoes,triedtoimaginehowagonisingitmustbeforhim.“Potter,please,”hesaid,beseehingly,“tellme.JusttellmewhathappenedthatnightattheManor.”

“IthoughtLunaalreadytoldyoueverything,”Pottersaid,stubbornly.

“Don’tbemadather.Shewasonlytryingtohelp.Besides,ifitwasn’tforher,Iprobablywouldn’tbehererightnow.”Slowly,DraolethishandglidedownandurledhisfingersaroundPotter’sforearm.“AndhearingtheoriesfromLunaisn’tthesameasyoutellingmewhathappened.Iwanttoknowwhatyouwerethinkingwhen…weweretogether.”

Potterlookedtorn.Ittookseveralmomentsuntilhefinallyspoke.“Ireallylikeyou,Drao,”hewhispered.

WhateverDraohadexpeted,itertainlyhadn’tbeenthis.HetriedtotuneoutthesuddenwhooshinginhisearsandorateonPotter’sraspyvoieinstead.

“It’salmostlike…whenI’maroundyou,thingsdon’tfeelasbad.”

DraowasgratefulPotterpausedafterthat.Thatwasalottotakein.

“I—Ithought—”HefeltthemuslesinPotter’sarmlenh.“IthoughtIwouldbeokaywith—IthoughtIould—”

“Couldwhat?”Draosaidsoftly.Potteronlyshookhishead.“Whatareyousoafraidof?Whatouldbesobadyouan’ttellme?”

“I—Ikeptthinking—”

SeeingPotterstrugglinglikethismadeDraowanttopunhsomeone;Potter’sMuggleretives,thoseawfulreporters—hewouldhexthemallifthey’deverrossedpaths.

“Whatwereyouthinking?”hesaidquietly,hopingitwouldenePottertofinallysayit.

“Howouldsomeoneasbeautifulasyou—”

Draofroze.Potterwasn’tgoingtosaywhatDraothoughthewasgoingtosay,right?Beauseifhedid,Draowouldhavetoshoutathim.Again.KnowingthatPotterwouldimmediatelyloseoffifhedidthat,hetriedtostayalmandwaitforPottertoontinue.Whenhedid,hisvoiewasbarelyawhisper.

“Howouldsomeoneasbeautifulasyouwanttobewithsomeone…someonelikeme.”

Potterouldn’tbeserious.Butobviously,hewas.

“Potter,”Draosaid,arefullyshiftingloser.“Potter,lookatme.”Hepedahandonhisheek,marvellingatthefeelingofPotter’sbeardagainsthispalm.“Please?”Hesitantly,Potterlift

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