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“Draco, I don’t know what you want from me.” Ron’s voice is low, he sounds exhausted. Harry watches him take a step forward, watches him try to reach out, to hold Draco’s boney shoulder in his huge hand.
“I want you to want me.”
“I do want you, you know I want you.”
“I want you to want me first.”
“What?”
Draco steps right up into Ron’s space, Harry can see he’s crying. Lashes pale and clumped, cheeks red and wet. Draco pulls at his shirt collar, where the tops of his scars glint under the shifting light.
“He hurt me.”
“Draco.” Ron’s voice cracks over the syllables.
“He hurt me and you still want him more.”
Ron sounds devastated. Harry’s never heard him like that, not in the forest, not after the battle, not ever. “You hurt him too.”
Draco sobs and stumbles and Ron reels him in, cradles him against his chest, hand cupping the back of his head as Draco cries, cries like a child, cries like Harry was never allowed to.
Harry feels something in his chest, something painful and burning. He turns to leave, he shouldn’t be here. He doesn’t know why he’s still here. He’s not paying attention, he has to get out. He runs straight into the console table and knocks the lamp over.
He watches the lamp fall, hears the glass shatter loud against the wood floor where the runner doesn’t reach, and feels more than sees Ron’s head whip around at the noise.
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