harry remembers drao and what he was like when he first ame out of azkaban he had only spent three months there three months too long he doesn’t know what will hen to gregory goyle and theodore nott after those 6 months “i don’t think so”
“harry” herne turns to him, fae seus “i think you should look for malfoy”
harry blinks at her in surprise he had pnned to, but didn’t expet herne to suggest it over the past week, he had shared to his friends about his time in the manor and drao’s ondin ron hadn’t been too hy talking about it, but with his best friend and his girlfriend (even his own mother!) so ied in it, he soon started asking his own quesns in time, they’ve managed to have ns about drao without anybody menning what an utter git he was
“well, i did pn to,” harry says
herne shakes her head “now i’m worried you heard those people talking bak at the stan i wouldn’t put it pass the students to bring some of their hostility here”
harry frowns, shaking his head in disbelief even as he moves to stand up “students wouldn’t…” he trails off, but there is already a gnawing dread in his stomah
“i’m with her, mate,” ron says arefully
“me, too,” ginny says, head shaking her eyes are shining, and it’s obus she’s fighting the tears bak “last year, harry, hogwarts wasn’t even a shool anymore people were allowed to do ertain…things”
herne reahes over to hold her hand
harry looks at her, tries not to think about worst ase senas swallowing thikly, he nods and turns to leave the room
“do you want someone to go with you?” herne asks softly, but it’s no surprise to everyone when harry shakes his head
“no, i think he’d be more omfortable with less people” he looks behind his shoulder and offers an assuring grin “ time?”
herne smiles “ time”
heads peek from ompartment windows and students whisper as he passes, but harry’s thankful that nobody attaks him and demands for an autograph he thinks that maybe his three months out of the publi eye have done wonders for his image: golden boy’s not really ied in rubbing elbows, just wants to live in peae, try againyear
the ompartments really are free for all, but everyone knew that slytherins usually oupied the ones at the bak end of the train here, it’s the same: students look at him in usity, but there is a sense of aun in the air, as if they’re w what harry potter’s doing in the den of snakes
as he goes further, he passes by more and more ompartments that are empty it’s quieter the noise of people talking and hattering fades in the distane, and the derease in the student popun this year is more obus here
he’s almost worried, thinking that maybe drao deided not to return to hogwarts after all, but there, after five rows of empty ompartments, harry sees it
drao malfoy inside, leaning bak on his seat with one arm propped on the window sill, eyes gazing out into the bright senery on the other side of the gss he’s present, harry knows this immediately he sees this in the alertness in drao’s eyes and in the tenn in his shoulders
he rexes, assured that drao’s safe and that he’s oming bak to hogwarts after all he knoks on the door, but that’s the only ourtesy he’s willing to offer beause he slides the door open immediately after anyway
drao jumps in shok, and he turns his head—
harry’s assurane is short-lived as he sees the purpling bruise on drao’s temple
“what hened to your fae?”
drao rexes bak in his seat one he sees that it’s just harry he frowns at the quesn “i tripped”
harry loses the door harder than he intended to and gres at him “don’t lie,” he says, lips thinning as he turns to look bak at the bruise
drao mathes his gre with his own “i’m not lying”
“there’s a fuking bruise on your fae, malfoy”
“i know i an feel it”
“what hened?”
“i told you, i tripped”
“malfoy—”
drao’s body jerks forward in his seat and his fist sms down on the window sill “it’s a fuking trip jinx, potter! what did you expet?! ex-death eater omes bak to hogwarts and gets a standing ovan from the student body?!”
harry is stunned at the sudden outburst, and it does a lot for him to pull the lever down on his temper
drao liks his tongue, irritated at himself for losing ontrol, and turns his head away he sags bak in his seat
slowly, harry sits down aross from him he stares at the bruise “who was it?”
“don’t bother your pretty little head over it,” drao soffs, waving a ondesending hand “it’s unbeoming of the saur of the wizarding world to be so onerned over me that you’d threaten an i ivilian”
“i’m not going to threaten them,” harry says in defene “just…talk to them”
drao looks at him, an exasperated expresn on his fae “in a threatening way?”
“in a gentle way”
drao sighs tiredly, one hand rubbing at his other temple “why does it matter to you?”
《宅书屋》om
