after dinner drao headed for the infirmary. bise was still there, and would spe; he’d broken bise’s jaw and nose, and given him a onussion.
the room was sileered. bise looked up from his bed and gave him a sad smile as he sat down on the hair to him.
“i’m…sorry. i shouldn’t have—”
“gotten arried away like that?” bise fi be. you have nothing to apologize for.”
“i did arried away. i wa you.”
“of ourse you did. you have ever sihe have to rify whehey were both thinking about the i at the manner. “and i an’t bme you for it. if i hadn’t gotten in your way, yht still be alive.”
“but you didn’t kill my father. and it’s not your fault that he’s dead.”
“maybe. we’ll never knoe?”
draed, his eyes staring at the floor.
“i know it’s too te to say this. but i’m really sorry, drao. if i ould fix it—”
“don’t say it bise. i don’t wa. i know you’re sorry. i know you only did that beause you had to appear loyal. you did waro let myself be seen. but i was. ua knoould happen…you did the right thing.”
“i’m not on his side drao.” bise whispered. “but i was too weak to stand by that at the initiation.” he leaned bak against the pillows. “i don’t think i’ve ever sees more proud…or hated myself more at a in my life.”
drao wo were silent for a moment.
“do you—i mea your invitatioumbled through his words. “do you really wa y?”
drao nodded slowly.
“and potter’s okay with this?”
“do you want him dead?”
“no.”
“the have a problem with it. yood eer.”
bise smile wryly. “i’m a horrible death eater.”
“i’m gd you are.”
& hall was overed in red and gold in hryffindor house as harry, ron and hermiohe leavihey passed the slytherin table, harry heard dra to pansy a if he’d beeh team, then slytherin wouldhe bsp;that year, and ouldn’t help grinning.
as all of the students fous, dumbledore stood and the hall quieted.
&her year has passed. and we’re older and hopefully a little wiser for it. now for the house cup. hufflepuff fih three hus, ravenw with three huy points, slytherin with four hus, and gryffindor with four hundred and fifty points!” d appuse filled the hall. “yes, gratutions gryffindor! and i’ll h an old man’s mumbling there’s a feast to be had!”
as food filled the tables, harry looked over at the slytherin table and grinned. drao raised his goblet in a mok salute and smirked in reply.
“oh st at him and go sit with him!” ron muttered iween mouthfuls.
“yeah harry, it’s obvious you want to!” dean added from aross the table.
“ed. “sit over there?”
“you are his fiané,” hermiohere’s to.”
“well if you don’t want me here anymore…” harry trailed off with a griood and amidst loud denials and ughter made his way over to the slytherin table.
“just ome bak for dessert!” roer him.
“got room for one more?” harry murmured in drao’s ear.
“i don’t know, harry.” drao looked up and dowable. “there doo be as left.”
“then i’ll just have to sit on your p.” and harry did so.
“unouth gryffindor,” drao drawled as harry grabbed a drumstik ao drao’s pte.
“yup, and you’ll get to spe of your life with me,” harry reminded him.
“oh joy,” drao drawled, but his eyes were glittering in ughter.