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Ginny sees him staring over her shoulder, turns around, and blinks. “Oh. Malfoy.”

At the end of the courtyard, Draco is descending the steps from the clock tower. His pallor is paler than usual, like he’s still sick, but his feet doesn’t slow down. He nods at them in polite greeting, passing by them without losing stride. “Terribly sorry for the disturbance. Carry on.”

Harry is up on his feet in a heartbeat. “Malfoy.”

He doesn’t know why it feels like he has just been caught doing sothing he isn’t supposed to do. He just feels that Draco’s gotten it all wrong sohow. Why that matters, he doesn’t know either, because Draco and Astoria are probably going out, so he doesn’t know why he feels the need to explain himself.

Draco doesn’t stop, of course. He enters the bridge that leads to the Stone Circle, not once looking back.

Ginny takes hold of his sleeve. Harry looks at her, surprised, and she nudges her head towards Draco’s direction.

To his surprise, she doesn’t look annoyed at Draco’s rudeness like he had expected her to be. In fact, she looks worried, and he is relieved and grateful all at the sa ti.

He thinks he could 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 cold November wind slaps at their robes and bites their cheeks. Draco doesn’t stop, but Harry hadn’t really expected him to, and so he leaps forward and grabs Draco’s wrist.

Draco turns to him, glaring, but he still looks pale and tired and despite what a git Draco’s being, Harry can’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 back to your girlfriend. I’m sure she’s waiting for you.”

Harry blinks in confusion. “Ginny? She’s not my girlfriend.”

“Well, I don’t really care who you choose to fuck. You do you.”