drao flinhes and looks away, mouth urled downwards “we lost the hane for that bak in first year too te for friendship braelets now,” he mutters
harry realls it, 11-year-old drao and the hand that he refused he blinks, surprised at drao’s rean surprised that drao still remembers that moment and thinks muh of it
drao sighs, sning 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, so stop trying to pik a fight with me i don’t want to expin to narissa why i taped your mouth”
drao raises an eyebrow at him “i’m atually asking seus quesns here you’re the one being all defensive about it”
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?”
the look that drao gives him tells him that no, it is not enough drao still looks like he wants to ask another quesn, but in the end, he just takes the napkin from his pte and unfolds it on his p
“potter”
“hm?”
“stop eating like a neahal you’re making a mess”
harry swallows down his toast he grins “sorry, malfoy”
“potter,” drao says, three days ter breakfast and lunh has both ome and gone, and this is the first time drao has spoken today
harry looks up from his book
drao peers at him and then his book, trying to make sense of what he’s seeing he tilts 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 into the world again he lears his throat, swallows the dryness in his voie away “merlin, i thought they sent me to azkaban, not some other dimenn where you atually have the refi to read a pons book”
“i do want to pass my s this year, malfoy”
“i’m not betting on it”
“that’s why i asked narissa to let me borrow your books”
drao’s eyes widen and he gres “those are my—! get your germs off them”
harry rolls his eyes “why did i even worry about you? you seem fine for somebody who just spent three months 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 stunned the guilt starts to eat at him, quik and sharp
“sorry,” he says, an hour ter, pons book tuked arefully away in drao’s trunk
drao looks at the trunk, and then at him in exasperan “well, don’t start getting shy on my things now, potter go on merlin knows you need all the help you an get”
“no, not just for that”
“for what, then?”
“for what i said”
“you say a lot of iti things”
“malfoy”
drao sighs, waving his hand he looks tired 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 hen when i entered that godforsaken pe”
harry rexes, now that he’s fiven the guilt reedes into something less piering “well, to be ho,” he replies, trying to look wistful “i kinda expeted you’d be nier after you got out”
drao gives him a deadpan stare “i went to azkaban, potter, not a dayare enter”
harry shrugs, and the joke, surprisingly, makes him smile
drao looks away from it he swallows “i expeted you to be swimming in your horde of fans, l over everyone, giving 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
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