“but you knew harry—”
“yes i knew harry liked him, merlin knows i walked in on them kissihat’s not liking—n there.” ron sighed. “i just anything real would ome of it.”
“do you trust harry’s judgment?” hermione whispered.
“i trust harry. i don’t trust malfoy. if it were a malfoy, i’d be happy for him!”
hermione smiled. “i’m sure there are some people you’d have a problem with, ron.”
&e himself, ron grinned. “yeah, i’d have a problem if it were voldemort…or s that still does that i just dohis…ommitmeing into.”
&hought for a moment, staring into the firepe and roking ron bak and forth slowly. “well, if you trust harry to make the right deision about what his heart wahink what you have to do is talk to malfoy before you talk to harry. you…e know that he’s true to what he feels. we don’t know malfoy the harry. i think…before you make a deision on how to at about this, if they really aren’t breaking off the e, you have to talk to malfoy.”
drao almost ignored medusa when she ihat there was someohe other side of the portrait. he was almost fihe st of the work he o ath up i he put down his quill ao the portrait-door anyway.
ronald weasley was the one who had been waiting.
“harry’s now.” drao moved to lose the portrait but ron stopped him.
“i kh hermio to talk to you.”
drao’s lip urled. “and you assume that i want to talk to you. you are mistaken.”
ron visibly held bak whatever retort wao ome out of his mouth. “i alk to you about harry.”
harry frowly. something was strah drao. he wasill…the bond .
“i have to go hermione.”
the girl looked startled. “why?”
harry smiled sheepishly. “i fot my potions book. i’ll be right bak.”
as harry esaped into the hallway, hermio the books he’d brought with him.
“but your potions bht there…”
“talk quikly weasel, before you try my patiene.”
“you doiene, malfoy,” ron quipped before he ould stop himself, “but i want to know what your iioowards harry.”
an eyebrow rose in a moking query. “and what gives yht to disuss that with me?”
“i do. i’m his friend. and i’m not yours. so while i trust his deisioion your motives.”
“you’re afraid i’ll hurt him. your fears are not u i annot hurt him ahan i an hurt myself.”
“i know what beiails, malfoy, and that doesn’t make me feel ahis.”
&ing for a deration of undying love from me? beause if you are you’ll get o if i were to say suh things, i would say them in harry presene and harry’s alone.”
to drao’s surprise, a smile spread aross ro i’ll hear it at y anyway, so what differe make?”
drao’s eyes narrowed suspiiously. “what are you asking?”
“i’m asking if when you kiss harry, do you feel anything besides your own narissisti feelings for yourself?”
& of my sight, weasley,” drao snarled. “do you think i would kiss him if i didn’t?”
and drao smmed the portrait losed, ign medusa’s protests.
chapter 37: mahination
harry almost ran into rourned a orner.
“ron? why are you down here?”
“i had to talk to malfoy.”
“what?”