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butastoriajustughsathisobvioushorror,andthoughherheeksareflushedwithembarrassment,thesadnessonherfaeisgone.“isitthatobvious?”sheletsoutafewmorehukles,unabletohelpherself.“butit’sokay.iknowhealreadylikessomebodyelse.”

hestaresather,unsureofwhattomakeofherwordsandherexpression.

again,astoriavisiblyrexes.harrywondersjusthownervousshewasbeforeominguptohim.

“helphim.please.”

“heatuallydidn’twanttotellmeanythingatfirst.iwastheonewhoinsisted.ithelps,yousee.helikestalkingaboutyou.”here,shesmilesathim,butitlookssad.

“itkeepshimawake.imean.awakeawake.”

“i…don’tuandwhatyou’regettingat,astoria.”

he’sseenitonhimself.

assoonasthewordsareout,heimmediatelyregretsit,beauseit’sinappropriate,iive,andhermioneandginnyarebothgoingtokillhimwhentheyfindout.

andthenitliks.whyastoria’ssadsmilelookssofamiliar.

thistime,harrymanagestostopthe“who?”fromslippingpasthislips.hethinkstheshokofthepainatknowingthatdraolikessomebodyelsehelped.hedoesn’tevenknowwhyitstillhurts,beauseupuntminuteago,hehadthoughtthatthatsomebodyelsewasastoria—

n.“whatidid?”

harryisquiktoassureher.“oh,no,ididn’tthinkthat.”

astoriawhohasnowgonequietandislookingathimasifshe’stryingto

astorianods.“howyoutriedtohelphimbakinthesummer.”pinkdustsherheeks,andsheshakesherhead.“i’msorry,weweren’tgossipingoranything—”

heblurtsout,“youlikemalfoy,don’tyou?”