Drao pushed the of his mi there more aly as of te, if that ossible. Drao’s stomah tighteo fet the artile he had read i the day before.
Potter firmed Bahelor? The headlihrough his mind again. He had broken up with the Weaselette shortly after Drao had “died.” Drao tried to tell himself that was a oi a voie ihe deepest hollows of his heart whispered maybe it wasn’t. That voie aompah ims made in the gs he had unfortunately found himself reading for a k of eai emented his irrational hopes eveo his brai a srapbook of artiles and lippings that mentioned people he had goo shool with, as familiar he losest thio friends, but beause Potter was the most frequeiohe papers, it was quikly beoming Harry Potter: A History. He looked at it so often now that he was ertain he ould reite most artiles by heart. Partiurly the o Potter, but he hose not to orretion.
&he bed, a partiur artile he had read nearly six months after he “died,” the oed the idea in his mind inally, whih he wholeheartedly wished he had never read, running through his head.
P a Torh for Former Nemesis?
&o the young wizard say a ertai loss has muh to do with the break up of Hogwarts sweethearts Harry Pinevra Weasley.
“I thought maybe the whole fixation he had on Malfoy in shool would fade away as we got older,” the very, very lose soure says, “aainly after he passed. ’t do anything sneaky when he’s—well, whe here.”
The soure suspets there was somethier and Malfoy’s rivalry in shool, though perhaps only on Potter’s behalf.
“It would be differe get over the war. That I uand. I’m myself, and don’t know that I ever will be ompletely. But the war hardly seems to be what really got to him. It was Malfoy. He just a. It’s a bit embarrassing, being jealous of orpse,” the redheaded soure onluded.
&ile had been aompanied by a photograph of the two of them, the day they had exhanged wands at the muggle offee shop. In it, Harry was holding Drao’s ha on his shoulder, the other boy looking up at Drao with an easy smile on his fae. Drao ould looked partiurly inriminating.
Dra feeling in his haime he had read it. It lied that the si surely, magazi report os suh as that were ed. He had leaked false information about Potter bak in shool himself, and he k was to get something published if you wao ruin someone, espeially someone ubli i as Potter. What sared him most, however, was that he wao be true. He ker had been to his funeral, had beehe st to leave, in fat, outstayed only by his mother and Minerva MGonagall. He also k Harry Potter, the boy who lost hing but ear, ing rather ope. It had rossed his mind, of ourse, that perhaps it was a ulminatio lead to this dispy of emotion. He would have ohink so if it weren’t for this artile, aompahe fat that hree years after the artiles publiatio dated anyone publially. Drao found it hard to believe that a man approahiwo would one in a while i of fling. But Potter never was, whih either meant he olyjuiing heavily, or he just didn’t go out.
Drao was broken out of this oft visited train of thought by a sudden blow to his stomah.
“Omph, I ing,” he groaned, opeo see the green eyes of his ali bak at him. The look she gave him iuro say she knew full well he hadn’t been. “I was,” he insisted, defeo her sile.
& him and he sighed.
“Alright, alright,” he said, srathiween her ears. She had been a gift from MGonagall, and he loved her dearly. He had been slightly wary an animagus, as the markings around her eyes looked very muh like gsses, but MGonagall insisted she was just a at, she had made sure of it. He was oely onvined when he beame an Animagus himself, as her energy did not feel like MGonagall’s. When MGonagall had told him her name was Harriet, Drao was sure it was some ruel joke, but there was no hint onagall’s eyes. She had givealed at ahought nothing of it. Though he supposed most normal people would think nothing of it. All the same, he had taken to allier, as she was just as hard headed and rebellious.
“I’ll let you out, but please, d any mie bak,” he pleaded with her, throwihe edge of the bed.
She hopped down in pursuit of him, following him to the hole ihat began to lik open at his touh. She meowed again.
&, Potter, nrounded,” Drao replied, knowing that eve let her out, she would find another way, bullying the house elves iihrough wheher his dishes.
She mewled again in response, souhreatened, ao the hall. Drao losed the entrane again and dragged himself bak to bed.
When he finally fell asleep, he dreamt of Potter, stumbling out of the Forbidde, bloodied ahes he had been wearile, while Drao was on one of his nightly walks of the grounds, only this time as a human. He