Drao flinhes and looks away, mouth urled doe lost the ha bak ie for friendship braelets ers.
Harry realls it, 11-year-old Drao ahat he refused. He blinks, surprised at Drao’s reation. Surprised that Drao still remembers that moment and thinks muh of it.
Drao sighs, snapping Harry out of his thoughts. “And besides, why would you even want to be friends with me?”
“Merlin knows why, you’re suh an irritating git,” Harry responds, mimiking his sigh. He points his fork at Drao. “But I’m staying, s to pik a fight with me. I don’t in to Narissa ed your mouth.”
Drao raises a him. “I’m atually asking serious questions here. You’re the one being all defe.”
Harry flushes with shame, beause he knows that that’s exatly what he’s feeling right now. He shoves a piee of toast in his mouth. “Sorry. I just want to do it, okay? Isn’t that reason enough?”
&hat Drao gives him tells him that no, it is not enough. Drao still looks like he wants to ask aion, but in the eakes the napkin from his pte and unfolds it on his p.
“Potter.”
“Hm?”
“Stop eating like a Neahal. Y a mess.”
Harry sn his toast. He grins. “Sorry, Malfoy.”
“Potter,” Drao says, three days ter. Breakfast and lunh has both ome ahis is the first time Drao has spoken today.
Harry looks up from his book.
Drao peers at him and then his b to make se he’s seeis his head. Swallows. It takes a while before he talks. “What are you doing in my house again?”
“Reading?”
Drao blinks, and his eyes lear. He sags bak in his wheelhair, as if tired from the effort of oming intaihroat, swallows the dryness in his voie away. “Merlin, I thought they seo Azkaban, her dimeually have the refi to read a Potions book.”
“I do ass my s this year, Malfoy.”
“I’m ing on it.”
“That’s why I asked Narissa to let me borrow your books.”
Drao’s eyes widehet yerms off them.”
Harry rolls his eyes. “Why did I even worry about you? You seem fine for somebody who just spehs in Azkaban.”
Just like that, there is a fsh of hurt in Drao’s fae. “What did you expet? A—”
And then he’s gone.
Harry is stuarts to eat at him, quik and sharp.
“Sorry,” he says, aions book tuked arefully away in Drao’s trunk.
Drao looks at the trunk, a him iio start getting shy on my things no on. Merlin knows you he help you a.”
“No, not just for that.”
“For what, then?”
“For what I said.”
“You say a lot of idioti things.”
“Malfoy.”
Drao sighs, waving his haired today. Like it took more effort for him to ome bak. “For the reord, I think it’s safe to say we expeted the same thing to happehat godforsaken pe.”
Harry rexes, now that he’s five reedes ihing less pierio be ho,” he replies, trying to look wistful. “I kied you’d be out.”
Drao gives him a deadpa to Azkaba a dayare enter.”
Harry shrugs, and the jly, makes him smile.
Drao looks away from it. He swallows. “I expeted you to be swimming in your horde of fans, l iving out autographed posters of you holding You-Know- Who’s severed head. Not skulking around here in my room.”
“Would you like an autographed poster?”
That earns him a startled ugh.