(Not over, over. He was goi lear before he evealkiill live together, a friends, ahey an’t funtio walk arouhey’re attahed to the hip, but there’s ertain things that they rid of if they’re ever going to mahihihe bed sharing, and the hugging, and the kissing without talking about it, and saying I love y they mean it ptohough they both know the words are too heavy ihs to mean that little. It wouldn’t turn into anythihrowing road bloks up in their own way.)
In Harry’s head, his thought proess le. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to keep all of that, it was just that he was uhe impression that maybe they would have a sturdier foundatiohrew away all their shaky beginnings and started building it all up from srath. In his head, Drao would uand, ahem ould shift their not-so-fuionship iter, a being just friehey were both standing on solid ground, with Drao not having the k one word from Harry ould send him bak to Azkaban hanging over his head.
It was easier to think of sayihan atually f the words out, so even though Harry was trying to softeh a night out a he bought (he always buys, beause he likes to onsider himself a gehough Drao always srunhes his nose up ahis look, like he kly what he’s trying to do and thinks it’s ompletely stupid), he ouldn’t quite make himself do it. Drao just looked so happy, and for o heking over his shinary enemies every five seonds. There was ie ream stuk to the side of his heek but Harry wasn’t telling him, ahey left the store, Drao took Harry’s hand ihere was hat that was where they belonged.
&er all this time, they had just beome aeher, and that hurts, hurts so bad that Harry fores the words up from behihat was growing in his throat ao make the words rash through the barrier that had formed behihey do even lose. “Drao.” Drao turns to fae him, and he is holding both hands now, tiltio look up at him beause he is o ground and Harry is still standiep above him. “Drao, I ell you something.”
He’s o he does not look worried. There might have beehose words would have sent him into a pani, thinking that this was over and Harry was sending him away, but now their friendship was set iil the moment Harry says what he had brought him here to say a all rumbling bak i’s that, Harry?”
Drao also looks beautiful. They are ureetlight, and his hair, whih has grown muh too long to be as sleek and shiny as it was bak in Hogwarts, falls over his fae in a fuzzy halo. Harry resists the urge to push it away from his fae and looks up at the sky instead, whih is streaked with the st strands of a su.
& sorry that he had to say it ihis lovely, but he has io do it at home, with all the memories, a briaint any part of their life with his words. It had to be somepe differehat had the least hane of following them home.)
“I just…” He gives up t ao him, ao his touh. It ould be perfet, if Harry let it. It ould be everything, if he would just give up to do thi way. If he would only st to save him whe not need saving. Might not want saviop. To do somethi.”
&ill is. “What do you mean?” Drao starts to take a step bak, falters, and theaiill annot fathom the thought that Harry might be the o him, after all his worry about what stra be thinking. “I don’t uand.”
“I know.” Harry takes a deep breath, shakes away the tension that had settled in his shoulders. “We just—”
&ehat it’s over. That’s what he had brought him there for, and that’s what he was going to do, even if it killed him, just as soohered up the he exploded i must have been half of Gee’s stok of fireworks, ahat he had run out of time.
Drao
It’s like the war again, beause spells are flying by him and it’s sary and he ould die at a it also ishis time, fii side of things, pearihe fray, s by the smoke and the fshes of lights, a of the busted dispy window of his shop, sleeves pushed up to the elbows and robes billowing out behind him.
(It’s a glorious entrane, inning and red hair fshing through the smoke and nding in a rouh, a snarl in his voie and a smirk on his fae, like he ould not wait to tear someo was alm to see him, and Drao was kind of jealous.)
“Yht mate?” Gee rosses the few steps to him like they’re seeiher from opposite ends up speial, just two friends runniher after a long week ss runhes under his feet, and his eyes are darting arou, and when he draws even to him, Drao a he is bleeding from his daredevil leap through the window.
“I’m fine. You?” He nods down at his arm, whih is ut open and bleeding, dripping down his hand and athing at his wand.
“This?” Ge