narissa blinks slowly at him, surprised “i…are you sure, harry?”
no, but he’s beoming more sure as he says it the dein settles in his hest, omfortable and right “i am” then, he hastily adds, “if it’s not too imposing”
narissa gives him another smile, and it’s a little relieved, and real “nonsense, harry we’re the ones imposing”
thetime that harry omes to the manor, it is a week after drao was released narissa is in sotnd there are panakes on the table, overed with temperature spells, and two sets of ptes and utlery there is also a note in narissa’s elegant handwriting, telling him to please help himself
it is 8 in the m, but drao is already in his wheelhair, eyes staring distantly into the garden
he is looking fuller now, more alive his heeks have filled and the olour is oming bak to his skin inexpliably, harry is suddenly very, very relieved that drao isn’t indisposed enough that he an’t eat narissa has told him, through the letters that they have started to exhange, that drao’s spending more and more time present with her tely
his hair shines with the bright m sun and harry resists the urge to touh
he sits down on the hair aross drao and lets the weirdness and the overall awkwardness of the situan sink in and settle this is the first time he’s here without narissa to talk to, just him and drao, who’s urrently awake but is off in some other world in his head
drao malfoy from slytherin
who lied to the death eaters to save you
when he loses his eyes, he an still remember the heat of the fmes of fiendfyre liking his lothes drao sreaming “don’t kill him” and the tight grip that drao had on his waist as they flew above and out of the inferno
that wasn’t the grip of someone who wanted to serve voldemort
that was just the grip of someone who wanted to stay alive
he turns away, from drao’s soft hair and the memories of fire
he piks up his fork, takes a panake from the serving pte, and lets it plop on his own
“potter”
his fork drops in surprise flushing, he looks up “malfoy”
“you’re…” malfoy squints
harry shrugs nervously he feels like he’s just been aught doing something he wasn’t supposed to be doing he supposes that it is weird to suddenly wake up and have your long- time enemy in your house eating your panakes “yeah”
harry sees the moment that drao onfirms that he really is indeed harry potter
drao slowly gnes out towards the garden “is this the manor?”
“yeah”
“oh”
and it’s this n again and harry’s tense, w if what hened before will repeat itself narissa isn’t here to help him anymore and harry wouldn’t know what to do
but this time, drao seems to reonile what he’s seeing with whatever’s in his head, and he visibly rexes, leaning bak on his wheelhair “e to observe me in my misery then?”
and harry realizes that drao remembers him, remembers a lot more about him, if he’s going to go bak to old habits and his usual snark he feels unbearably hy at that
“no, malfoy, i’m just here to eat your panakes”
drao furrows his eyebrows at him, and then at the panakes on the table it takes a while for him to respond, but his eyes lear and he says, “get your filthy fingers off my panakes”
“well, you’re not eating them”
drao, as he has always done, responds to the hallenge he lifts a hand, reahes towards the table it’s slow, but his palm manages to nd on the fork his fingers shake and harry uands, with another pang in his hest, that it’s probably been a while sine drao used his limbs
he doesn’t think his help will be welome, but it’s better than wathing drao struggle like this, and harry looks up, but the words die on his lips when he sees drao’s gaze is vaant again he’s not moving anymore
all of a sudden, the now familiar sense of despair takes hold of him and makes his fingers old his eyes are rapidly beoming warm and he blinks to keep them at bay a swallow pushes down the lump in his throat and a deep breath eases the pain in his hest, just a bit
drao malfoy isn’t supposed to look like this
he’s not supposed to be like this
with another deep, shaky inhale, harry steps forward and arranges drao bak in his hair
he removes drao’s hand from the fork, and drao’s fingers are long and soft to the touh, but they’re old, and harry rubs them with his own to bring the blood bak into them never mind that it’s his first time touhing drao malfoy’s hand sine that handshake during first year his hand had been small then smooth, like it had never done a day’s work in his life
his hand’s bigger now, of ourse, but it’s alloused, and the nails are bitten to the edge, or sraped, or whatever it is that drao did with them in those three months in his ell
he looks at the untouhed panakes and wonders if drao will get angry if he uts them up for him
he uts them up anyway, beause he wants to see drao angry
《宅书屋》om
