& yourself. i’m going to go shower.”
&ions first period you know.” harry warned, knowing that this kind of shower for drao would be a long one.
“oh i know, and if i atually make it to that ss at all i will be very surprised.”
“i should be maki the u all” harry muttered as his eyes saer. “who’s mr. arheon?”
“mr. ahilles arheon is the man who looked after my father’s as alive.” drao expined over his shoulder as he left the room.
harry frowly as he read the tiny, srawling sript. something ab drao’s father’s will after his as i assured drao that while the malfotts aounts were frozen until the reading of the ersonal one en for his use, as it was not owned by his father at his father’s time of death, but by drao himself.
it also said that after the divore his father had made drao’s godfather professor severus snape, drao’s legal guardian if he should pass away befality. then, and harry assumed that this art drao had bee, it stated that narissa malfoy had already dered her iioransfer uardianship from herself to she ma he ould o she would also hallenge any iane drao might reeive from his departed father. but, it said, even though drao would he legal age of seveil juh of that year, a little less than four months away, in light of ertais there may be a way for draality despite his age, should the rumors prove true.
should the rumors prove true? harry gulped. the man ouldalking about that rumor, ould he? and even if he ould harry’s retionship (if you ould all a few sattered kisses a sessioionship) with drao have anything to do with drao beomihe wizarding world before his birthday?
harry aught up with hermioes before breakfast ended as she made her way down to the dungeons for potions.
“what are the ways that you ahe wizarding world?” harry asked breathlessly, thoughts jumbled in his head, and gasping from his run up from his and drao’s rooms.
hermione looked surprised for a moment bef, “the legal age in the wizarding world is seventeen, so anyone beomes legal if they tureen. however, in older wizarding ustes were arrah and the hildren to be married were usually eeen. this started the tradition that a wizard or with ould beome legal in the wizarding w ehey …” hermiohe right word, “flexibility…iheir weddings. ahe retionship had to be able to provide for his wife, and so on.” the look on hermione’s fae showed exatly how ehat idea she was… all. “why do you ask, harry?” she questioned him a seond ter, suddenly urious.
“no reason. just wondered,” harry said quikly.
hermio buy it for an instant. “harry, what’s going on?” she paused. “this has to do with malfoy doesn’t it?”
“no! well…yes, it ki’s not what you’re thinking!” harry sputtered as hermione’s fae held a look of disapproval. “ao be te to potio hurry,” harry ha, grateful for a distratio ready to have a oion with hermio what she had just told him, .
harry sat o-in bed paying absolutely uration essay he osed to be w ohrough the rest of the day i same maill didn’t know how he ma through potions with himself utterly by his k of oratio eveo divinatiuration was all a blur to him. but somehow he found himself here, after dinner, supposedly w uration essay while drao wrote bak to that arheon person.
it was razy, utterly and horribly razy. a beeake his eyes off drao for the rest of the day when the blonde was around. that robably why transfiguration was so blurry and he had what he sh this essay on. his thoughts were all srambled up in his head, popping into onsious thought at peuliar moments. ‘why was he so angry about the mention of those rumors?’ had slipped into his mind e was talking ab butterfly wings…or at least that’s ed he had been talking about. ‘maybe he wasn’t, maybe he was just angry beause of what narissa malfoy had done. or maybe he was angry about the veiled omment about the rumors,’ had repeated around in his head during divinatio, ‘what if he was angry beause he would me romantially?’ pht around diime. harry had almost hoked on the air he was breathing, ausing ron to ask him if he was ok ao look at him suspiiously.
“harry would you mind if you st at me? you havehe past five mi’s rather disturbing.”
harry blinked quikly a few times at drao’s words. whe the blonde, drao had returo his letter and gave no sign of wanting to ask why harry had been staring at him. it was stra a small relief to harry.
&her drao knew, guessed, or did what harry had been thinking of that evening was her of them, but harry ouldhinking as he fell asleep that night that drauessed.
chapter 33: the ties that bind
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