theday, she owls him in reply at the end of her letter, she writes:
i’m not really sure about you involving yourself with malfoy again, but i trust you as always, harry, and i am worried about him and i hope that it’s been helping you ope with everything somehow i know you’ve been trying to hole yourself up in grimmauld pe tely we are going to talk about that when i ome bak
how is malfoy? say hullo to him for me
four days ter, harry returns, and is surprised when he opens the door and drao turns his head to look straight at him
“you’re here,” he omments, eyes wide and startled
drao raises an eyebrow at him “this is my room, potter”
“i guess err” harry pauses by the door “bsp;i ome in?”
“you’ve been barging in here for the past two weeks, or so my mother tells me don’t let something as trivial as the k of my permisn stop you now”
harry flushes, but enters the room, anyway “exuse me, then”
he rosses the room, onus of drao’s piering gaze on him the whole time as he nears, he gnes at the table “eggs?”
drao follows his gaze, towards the table with two sets of breakfast: frenh toast, runny eggs, slies of fruit, and a up of offee he sighs “well, sit down, potter there’s nothing muh i an objet to when even my house elf’s making you breakfast”
harry shrugs, and then takes the folded note on top of the napkin on his pte it’s from narissa, with pretty muh the same message as before he sits down, swallowing the saliva that’s pooled in his mouth at the smell of the food “your mother asked me to ome today”
“you an refuse her, you know you’re ertainly under no obligan to babysit riminals”
harry frowns at that, but doesn’t rise up to the bait “i know i just want to i’m the one who offered”
drao stares at him, and there is genuine usity in hisquesn “why?”
harry shrugs “free food” he starts to dig in into his breakfast drao ontinues to stare at him he swallows down a mouthful of eggs and toast “how are you feeling?”
seeming to uand that he’s not going to get a straight answer, drao looks away “dreadful my bak hurts”
harry tamps down the urge to smile after so many visits of drao just sitting there like a vegetable, it’s refreshing to hear his usual snark “herne says hi, by the way”
“tell her she doesn’t have to pretend to be ivil just beause the war’s over”
“she’s not pretending she’s really worried about you”
drao soffs “are you going to tell me that weasley’s worried about me, too?”
“well, he’s mostly worried about me but he does ask about you from time to time”
“probably just to make sure we’re not hiding death eaters in our dungeons ready to ambush the golden boy to revive you-know-who,” drao mutters
harry’s fork pauses halfway into his mouth bits of the egg plop bak onto his pte “err you’re not, are you?”
drao looks at him straight in the eyes, unamused “merlin, potter, if we wanted you indisposed, binky would have poisoned your panakes by now”
harry rexes he’s gd binky hasn’t poisoned his panakes those panakes were great “okay, good i’ll tell ron that”
drao sighs loudly “why are you here again?”
harry shrugs “you know, i’m not really sure myself,” he says holy
at that, drao leans bak in his hair, studying him
harry resists the urge to shove another mouthful of eggs in his mouth in an effort to avoid his gaze
after a while, drao looks out into the garden his voie is small and quiet “you’ve done your part my mother esaped azkaban, and for that, i am ied to you my sentene was also redued beause of you i am not so ungrateful as to fet that but this…” he gnes bak at him, eyes tired “what do you get out of this?”
it hurts, to see drao malfoy so defeated one upon a time, harry thinks he would have relished seeing drao like this, atoning for everything that he did atoning for everything that he had to do to save his family
one upon a time isn’t now
“i’m sorry,” he lets out in a rush “you shouldn’t have gone to azkaban”
the smile that drao sends him at that is dry “have you fotten the things i’ve done?”
“no,” harry shakes his head, and then he meets drao’s eyes head on “no, i haven’t”
“what is this, then?” the smile turns into a smirk “the golden boy’s feeling guilty?”
“don’t all me that” harry gres it’s getting harder to stay alm when drao’s so deided to be an asshole “look, malfoy, there’s no deeper, ulter motive to this ’t we just i don’t know, be friends?”
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