“you an walk,” harry blurts out instead, by way of greeting
“exellent observan skills, potter i do still have my two legs with me”
harry flushes at that “but, i mean…like your hand”
“i don’t spend the rest of my days stuk in the wheelhair waiting for thetime saint potter omes bak to save me, you know”
a fsh of hurt nes through him with that “i didn’t mean that”
“surprised i ould do it without your help?”
“malfoy”
“or sad that you ouldn’t show off your hero omplex and tell the world how you helped an ex-death eater walk again?”
“malfoy”
drao opens his mouth for hisretort
harry uts him off before he really starts to go at it “i’m hy to see you up on your feet again”
drao’s mouth loses his eyes widen and harry wathes, amazed as drao turns away and the tips of his ears olour “don’t think so little of me”
“i’m not,” harry says, walking out of the balony and into the garden there are butterflies flying around he doesn’t know if they’re real or magiked “at least now i don’t have to push you around you were getting heavy”
drao gres at him “are you saying i’m getting fat?!”
“well, you haven’t really been exerising tely”
drao turns, one foot stepping in front of the other “i’ll have you know —!” and then his knees rumple from underh him, and harry thanks whatever god is up there that he still has his reflexes from fighting in the war he leaps in, athes drao’s shoulders, but is knoked off bane by the sudden weight
he ends up half on the bush of arnans and half on grass, drao sprawled over his p
to his surprise, drao starts ughing
the small edges of the bush’s branhes dig painfully into his skin, but drao’s ughter is ontaus, espeially when he looks so open and rexed like that
“you’re gonna have to help me up, potter i an’t feel my legs anymore”
“just a few minutes ago, you were talking so big about how you ould do it on your own”
“i an, but you’re already here, you might as well be of some use”
harry nudges him with his knee “i ought to shove you in the fountain, malfoy”
“my mother will be livid with you”
“i’ll expin that you were being an ass”
“potter, are you going to help me up or not? it’s rather disomfiting to be this lose to your roth”
and harry ughs again
drao’s smiling, and the sun is bright and his hair is bright, and there’s more olour to his fae now than there has been for weeks
so harry helps him up and drao an walk, but he an only hold himself up for a few minutes, before his knees start to bukle beh him harry helps him bak to his wheelhair by keeping an arm around drao’s waist and a hand under his elbow, and drao doesn’t get angry and harry pretends this isn’t weird
“what’s for breakfast today?” harry asks as he pushes drao’s wheelhair up the ramp that leads into the balony
“is food the only thing oupying your head?” drao says exasperatedly he waves towards the table, where two ptes have eared during their froli in the garden on eah pte y a generous slie of pie “blueberry pie”
harry immediately reognizes it, and his eyes brighten “oh it’s from molly” he parks the wheelhair on drao’s side of the table and then sits down on his hair
drao nonhantly takes his napkin and ys it over his p “yes, she sent it over yesterday mother likes it”
harry grins “so? how is it?”
and drao doesn’t look at him, keeps his eyes resolutely on the napkin on his p even though it’s already unfolded properly he lears his throat “i like it it’s delus”
harry an’t stop the soft smile f on his fae then molly weasley baking a pie for the malfoy family drao malfoy saying that molly weasley’s blueberry pie is delus there is warmth in his hest and it’s threatening to spill out he thinks he might visit the burrow tomorrow
“molly would love to hear that”
theday, harry arrives at the burrow, unannouned, and the whole house grows silent for a few seonds after he nds through their floo it’s ertainly been a while sine harry’s visited, despite the numerous invitans he’s had from all members of the family but the burrow is never silent for long, and all at one, heers and greetings erupt from all sides
《宅书屋》om
