drao pushed the name out of his mind he found it there more and more frequently as of te, if that was possible drao’s stomah tightened as he tried to fet the artile he had read in the prophet the day before
potter firmed bahelor? the headline rung through his mind again he had broken up with the weaselette shortly after drao had “died” drao tried to tell himself that was a oinidene but a voie in somewhere in the deepest hollows of his heart whispered maybe it wasn’t that voie aompanied with ims made in the gossip rags he had unfortunately found himself reading for a k of eai emented his irranal hopes even further into his brain he kept a srapbook of artiles and lippings that menned people he had gone to shool with, as familiar names were the losest things he had to friends, but beause potter was the most frequently menned in the papers, it was quikly beoming harry potter: a history he looked at it so often now that he was ertain he ould reite most artiles by heart partiurly the ones about potter, but he hose not to notie that orren
he y on the bed, a partiur artile he had read nearly six months after he “died,” the one that pnted the idea in his mind inally, whih he wholeheartedly wished he had never read, running through his head
potter carrying a torh for former nemesis?
soures lose to the young wizard say a ertain reent loss has muh to do with the break up of hogwarts sweethearts harry potter and ginevra weasley
“i thought maybe the whole fixan he had on malfoy in shool would fade away as we got older,” the very, very lose soure says, “and ertainly after he passed ’t do anything sneaky when he’s—well, when he’s not here”
the soure suspets there was something more to potter and malfoy’s rivalry in shool, though perhaps only on potter’s behalf
“it would be different if he ouldn’t get over the war that i uand i’m not over it myself, and don’t know that i ever will be ompletely but the war hardly seems to be what really got to him it was malfoy he just an’t move past it it’s a bit embarrassing, being jealous of orpse,” the redheaded soure onluded
the artile had been aompanied by a photograph of the two of them, the day they had exhanged wands at the muggle offee shop in it, harry was holding drao’s hand where it rest on his shoulder, the other boy looking up at drao with an easy smile on his fae drao ouldn’t deny it looked partiurly inriminating
drao remembered losing feeling in his hands the first time he had read it it was heavily implied that the soure was ginny herself, but surely, magazines that report on subjets suh as that were not to be trusted he had leaked false rman about potter bak in shool himself, and he knew how easy it was to get something published if you wanted to ruin someone, espeially someone who held as muh publi i as potter what sared him most, however, was that he wanted it to be true he knew potter had been to his funeral, had been one of the st to leave, in fat, outstayed only by his mother and minerva mgonagall he also knew that harry potter, the boy who lost nearly everything but never shed a tear, was weeping rather openly at the event it had rossed his mind, of ourse, that perhaps it was a ulminan of events that lead to this dispy of emon he would have ontinued to think so if it weren’t for this artile, aompanied with the fat that nearly three years after the artiles publian, potter hadn’t dated anyone publially drao found it hard to believe that a man roahing twenty-two would not be aught one in a while in some sort of fling but potter never was, whih either meant he was polyjuiing heavily, or he just didn’t go out
drao was broken out of this oft visited train of thought by a sudden blow to his stomah
“omph, i was sleeping,” he groaned, opening his eyes to see the green eyes of his a staring bak at him the look she gave him in return seemed to say she knew full well he hadn’t been “i was,” he insisted, defensive to her silent judgement
she mewed at him and he sighed
“alright, alright,” he said, srathing between her ears she had been a gift from mgonagall, and he loved her dearly he had been slightly wary of her being an animagus, as the markings around her eyes looked very muh like gsses, but mgonagall insisted she was just a at, she had made sure of it he was only ompletely onvined when he beame an animagus himself, as her energy did not feel like mgonagall’s when mgonagall had told him her name was harriet, drao was sure it was some ruel joke, but there was no hint of ughter in mgonagall’s eyes she had given him a bespetaled at named harriet and seemingly thought nothing of it though he supposed most normal people would think nothing of it all the same, he had taken to alling her potter, as she was just as hard headed and rebelus
“i’ll let you out, but please, don’t bring any mie bak,” he pleaded with her, throwing his legs over the edge of the bed
she hopped down in pursuit of him, following him to the hole in the wall that began to lik open at his touh she meowed again
“i mean it, potter, no mie or you’re grounded,” drao replied, knowing that even if he didn’t let her out, she would find another way, bullying the house elves into letting her through when they ame to gather his dishes
she mewled again in response, sounding none too threatened, and dashed out into the hall drao losed the entrane again and dragged himself bak to bed
when he finally fell asleep, he dreamt of potter, stumbling out of the forbidden forest, bloodied and in the same lothes he had been wearing in the st battle, while drao was on one of his nightly walks of the grounds, only this time as a human he
