but it’s not any of his business
it doesn’t have anything to do with him
nothing at all
he goes about his every day, studying for tests, avoiding photographs, and ughing with friends, resolutely pretending that it doesn’t hurt
“harry,” ginny pleads, a day after all the halloween festivities it is te in the afternoon, and the sky is an overast grey in an hour, it will be diime they’re sitting together in one of the stone benhes in the lok tower ourtyard, where ginny had ornered him in a st dith effort “the ravenws are deimating us we need you”
harry grins at her sheepishly they’ve had this n before, numerous times in the burrow, and he thinks ginny’s still trying just for the sake of it “i’m sorry, ginny i just don’t feel like it i just want to finish the shool year in peae”
ginny sighs exasperatedly, rossing her arms like a petunt hild “don’t you miss flying?”
“i do,” harry says, ughing at her rean “just not the attenn, i guess? besides, you’re doing well i wath all your mathes and you haven’t let anyone sore yet”
ginny preens at the praise then, she narrows her eyes at him “is it…beause of…you know…”
harry’s eyes widens, waving his hands, the denial immediately on his lips “oh, no! no, no, no it’s fine, gin, i’m not avoiding you, if that’s what you’re thinking that’s not it at all”
ginny smiles, shoulders rexing “okay good” then, she looks around the ourtyard, sees no one else, and then leans in to whisper “well, is it beause of…?”
“of…?”
“well, uhm” she smiles, almost apologetially “malfoy?”
harry’s gobsmaked expresn just makes her ugh “i’m sorry ron’s been telling me about it i mean, he doesn’t mean bad, he’s just worried”
harry feels his fae burning it’s one thing to know that his friends know, and quite another to talk about it with them he’s gotten used to it being this open seret, the big elephant in the room that nobody is allowed to talk about “i know he is and no it’s not about him i think i’m just really tired, i guess? i just want everyone to stop…i don’t know, treating me like i’m, err, harry potter”
ginny ughs, as she did before, before everything hened, as if she holy finds him endearing her fae is as bright as ever, her bright red hair flying as she throws her head bak and ughs openly harry thinks he ould fall in love with her again, if he tried he thinks they ould make it work
“okay, i’ll y off” she grins, eyes twinkling “but ould you maybe sit in on some praties? beat some skills into our seeker? he’s good, really good, but he just doesn’t have the same sense for the snith like you did”
harry grins bak at her “why don’t you be the seeker? ravenw won’t stand a hane”
and then, as always, he is the first to spot that blond hair
ginny sees him staring over her shoulder, turns around, and blinks “oh malfoy”
at the end of the ourtyard, drao is desending the steps from the lok tower his pallor is paler than usual, like he’s still sik, but his feet doesn’t slow down he nods at them in polite greeting, passing by them without losing stride “terribly sorry for the disturbane carry on”
harry is up on his feet in a heartbeat “malfoy”
he doesn’t know why it feels like he has just been aught doing something he isn’t supposed to do he just feels that drao’s gotten it all wrong somehow why that matters, he doesn’t know either, beause drao and astoria are probably going out, so he doesn’t know why he feels the need to expin himself
drao doesn’t stop, of ourse he enters the bridge that leads to the stone cirle, not one looking bak
ginny takes hold of his sleeve harry looks at her, surprised, and she nudges her head towards drao’s diren
to his surprise, she doesn’t look annoyed at drao’s rudeness like he had expeted her to be in fat, she looks worried, and he is relieved and grateful all at the same time
he thinks he ould fall in love with her again
but he knows that’s not what she deserves
and not what he wants
“malfoy! wait!”
they’re on the bridge, and the old november wind sps at their robes and bites their heeks drao doesn’t stop, but harry hadn’t really expeted him to, and so he leaps forward and grabs drao’s wrist
drao turns to him, gring, but he still looks pale and tired and despite what a git drao’s being, harry an’t help but be worried
“what do you want, potter?”
“wait, malfoy, i just want to talk”
“well, i don’t, now go away go bak to your girlfriend i’m sure she’s waiting for you”
harry blinks in onfun “ginny? she’s not my girlfriend”
“well, i don’t really are who you hoose to fuk you do you”
《宅书屋》om
