wherethebloodyhellwashe?washenotathome?draobargedintothekithen,onlytofinditempty.hestompedbakintothehallway,frowningatthebathroomdoor.itwasajar,buttheroomwasdark.thatonlyleft…hisbedroom.

“thankyou,luna.thankyouforyourhelp.”

“ofourse,drao.that’swhatfriendsarefor.”

draonodded.hewathedaslunaapproahedhim,awarmsmileonherfae.shepulledhimintoatighthugandpattedhisbak.

“potter!”

buthowshoulddraohaveknown?withallthisnew-foundinformation,itwassuddenlypainfullyobviouswhypotterhadaskedtoturnoffthelights,whyhehadwantedtokeephisshirton.

“what—what—drao?”

shepulledaway,hersilvery-blueeyesglistening.

terbeentrying?thiswholetime?butthewayhehadatedonthedayofg’swedding…whyhadhe…

chapter9:you’veruinedmylfe

draoedhisarmsaroundher,lettingherwarmthseepintohim.

“luna,i’msorry,butihavetogo!”hejumpedoffthesofaandstumbledtowardsthefirepe.

withouthesitation,draobeganbangingagainstthedoor.

“bepatientwithhim,drao,”shewhispered.

“potte

“potter!”

lettinghisimpatienegetthebetterofhim,hethrewitopenandmarhedinside.

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“potter!potter!!”

“oh…ohno.”realisationhitdraohard,likeabludgertothehead.“i’msuhanidiot,”hemurmuredtohimself.

draoknewhewastoofrantiasherossedpotter’slivingroom,butheouldn’thelpit.hedidn’twantanotherminutetogobywithpotterbeingself-destrutive.

“areyougoingtoseeharry?”