A Heart So Ravenous (Sequel to A Love So Belated)
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Adult ++
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36,879
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Chapter 36: Enough is Enough
Chapter Number/Total: 36/44
Chapter Title: Enough is Enough
Words: 2742 Words
As Harry watched the Healers move Draco into the Janus Thickey ward, he had been tempted to completely forget it all and stay right by Draco's side.
Frank and Alice Longbottom were asleep, but they were there. They were there, and Harry could hardly bear the thought of Draco there as well. It was like Draco was going to end up like them, but Narcissa helped Harry through it.
It still took him a while to be able to actually leave. He sat and stared at Draco for a long time, holding his hand and kissing his forehead, because maybe Draco would pick right then to wake up. Maybe. But he didn't.
Harry packed up the babies, and felt like he left his very heart behind as he went home.
Narcissa went with him, and he was grateful, because he didn't know what he would have done if he'd had to go home alone. There were two cots in the nursery, but they put the babies into just one so that they wouldn't cry. Narcissa showed him how to set up a Monitoring Charm, which would let both of them know when Caelum or Corvus awoke. Then she told Harry to get some sleep, which he doubted he would actually be able to do.
Kreacher had cleaned, so his and Draco's bedroom was not covered in blood, but it didn't stop the images from entering into Harry's head. He might have chosen to sleep somewhere else if it weren't for the fact that Draco had slept in that bed with him. It was his and Draco's bed. He lay on the left side, where he always did, laid his arm over Draco's side of the bed, and cried silently for a while.
He tried to sleep, but couldn't, no matter what he did. He knew Narcissa was staying there as well, in some other room, and he knew it was late enough for her to be asleep. It wasn't exactly time to feed the babies yet – it had been explained to him that they required feeding every few hours – but he crept next door to their room anyway.
They were both wide awake, staring at each other and all around them.
Harry lifted the charm, so that Narcissa wouldn't be woken from sleep. "Hi, boys," he whispered to them.
They made grunting, burbling noises.
He reached down to pet their heads. Merlin, Corvus looked so much like Draco. It was unmistakable. And Caelum had his blond hair. Draco was so evident in both of them. Harry hoped that he wouldn't have to tell them that. He hoped they would be able to see it in Draco themselves as he cared for them, because Draco would. God, he had to.
The truth of it made Harry angry. He wished he could trade places with Draco. He would have in a heartbeat.
He sighed quietly. He didn't want to cry. The stinging in his eyes said differently, but he really didn't want to. "Come on," he whispered, reaching in to lift Caelum in one arm, and then managed to carefully lift Corvus as well. He carried them out of the nursery and into his and Draco's bedroom, laying them on Draco's side of the bed.
He lay down next to them, reaching to gently touch and pet. It was so quiet in the house. There was no noise at all, only the noises the boys made. Harry felt very alone with them, like they were the only three people in the world. He wanted to feel like Draco was alone with them as well. He literally felt his stomach twist with pain and guilt and fear as he thought of Draco alone in that hospital with only the Healers there with him. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut, trying to suppress the shaking.
Caelum let out a loud yelping sound, and Harry opened his eyes again to see the baby looking at him with wide eyes, kicking his feet. Harry smiled at him, almost feeling like Caelum was telling him to think about something else. "I love you," he said quietly, leaning over to kiss both their heads. He did love them. He loved them so much already, but his heart ached even while he was with them. He wanted Draco there, too.
He stayed up all night long, and he did cry a few more times. He fed them bottles and changed nappies and watched them. Harry thought about what Draco would look like watching them, too. He was still awake when Narcissa came and knocked on his door in the morning to see if he had the twins.
She sighed sadly at him. "Did you sleep at all last night?" she asked.
He frowned slightly and shook his head.
She sighed again. "Get some sleep, Harry," she said quietly. "I'll take them."
Harry was awake still, the sunlight pouring through the curtains. It was another hour before he fell asleep, and he lay on Draco's side.
***
Harry awoke a few hours later, but didn't feel completely rested. His mind felt tired, even if he technically wasn't. He got out of bed and shuffled across the bedroom, making his way downstairs. He found Narcissa with the boys in the sitting room. She was feeding Corvus while Caelum lay awake in a small wind-up swing.
She looked at Harry a little oddly before she gave him a small smile, and he quirked an eyebrow.
"You should see if he'll eat, too," she said, nodding at Caelum. "I have his bottle ready, but Corvus is so impatient."
Harry smiled. "Yes," he said. He reached for the quiet little boy, and then for his bottle, beginning to feed him.
Narcissa let out a quiet breath through her nose.
Harry looked at her, but she was looking down at the baby. There was something up. He could tell. She wanted to tell him something.
"Harry," she said finally.
Harry looked over again to see her frowning. "Yes?" he said softly.
"I ... wrote to my husband yesterday morning," she said, and then waited.
Was Harry supposed to reply to that? "Mm," he said.
She sighed. "I told him about Draco," she continued. "I couldn't not. He is Draco's father, and I knew it would get out eventually. I wanted to tell him before he found out from the paper."
Harry frowned too. "You told him about – about the babies?"
"Yes," Narcissa answered. "About the babies and Draco's current state. I know Draco might have preferred to tell Lucius himself, but ... I suppose he didn't plan on this happening to him."
"But – but what will he say?" Harry asked, blinking. "Will he be angry? What will he think of Draco? What will he do?"
"There is not really much he can do," said Narcissa. "I imagine he will not believe it .... Or that he didn't believe it when he received my letter."
Harry frowned again, his heart speeding up strangely. It was like he was nervous for Draco since Draco couldn't be. "Why?" he said. "What would have changed?"
Narcissa winced slightly, but there was also an odd flash of intense anger on her face. "I'm going to show you this," she said, "because I feel you have a right to know, not to upset you, though I do think you will be upset, and rightly so."
Oh. God, what was it?
She reached behind herself, pulling out a – oh no. A copy of the Daily Prophet.
Harry clenched his teeth. "What does it say?" he said through them.
By the way Narcissa's muscles were slightly bulging in her jaw, her teeth were clenched, too. She handed the paper over.
"Malfoy Births Potter's Children" was the headline:
As absolutely astounding as it may seem, you read correctly. A man, Draco Malfoy, age 19, gave birth to not one baby, but two, on Wednesday, January 6th. Corvus and Caelum Potter-Malfoy, fraternal twin brothers.
It would seem as though nothing could stop Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy from having their happy lives together. Two wizards with children that share their very own flesh and blood seems impossible – in fact, it was impossible. According to reliable sources, Malfoy concocted a potion to allow his body to carry children. The potion has not been tested or Ministry approved, and the exact effects are unknown.
Is this a new happy family? Is it that simple? Or is there something sinister between the lines? Many will remember Malfoy’s involvement, around this time last year, in the scandalous incident between the late Lestrange brothers. The incident is still shrouded in mystery, and there is not much known about it, as the trial was conveniently cancelled due to the mysterious death of Rodolphus Lestrange in Azkaban prison. The question of Malfoy’s motives and loyalty remains.
What sort of Dark magic could it have taken to invent such a potion to alter human nature itself? It is strange that a person so closely linked to the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters would ‘snag’ Harry Potter. What way to better ensure that he remains in the relationship than to add children into the mix? What could Malfoy possibly want with him? And is Potter any the wiser?
Even stranger is that Malfoy has now been placed in the long-term ward in St Mungo’s hospital as a comatose patient. There is a very real possibility, according to Healers, that he may never come to consciousness again. He was brought into the hospital covered in blood and in the comatose state. Is this a condition derived from the birth?
Did Malfoy’s plan backfire during the birth? Or is this a tragedy? A happy family’s misfortune? Or luck for Potter, who could now leave a possibly harmful relationship? There are only more mysteries, and more questions to be answered.
It was, once again, written by Rita Skeeter.
Harry was filled with disbelief. His entire body shook, and he had to remind himself that there was a baby in his arms. “How could they let this be printed?” he hissed, low and dangerous. “How is this news? How dare they even think of putting Draco in the paper? Of putting my children in the paper?” He shook even more.
Narcissa appeared nervous, looking at Caelum, but she was obviously very angry as well. “I know,” she said quietly, sounding dangerous herself.
Harry wasn’t just angry, he was enraged. He could barely think.
“Harry,” said Narcissa in a voice that calmed Harry a bit and showed her anger in one. “I have been beyond angry all morning long, and I have had a chance to think about things. I am going down to the Daily Prophet main offices today – and believe me,” she hissed, “there will be something done about this.”
Harry still couldn’t think of anything to say. He had never thought he could be … hurt so much by a Skeeter article, but it hurt. What she was saying, what some people would believe about Draco, who had risked his life to help with the war, who had risked his life to please the people he loved and make himself a family, was simply worse than anything else she had said before.
Narcissa laid Corvus in the swing and put a hand on Harry’s shoulder. “You take the children and go to see Draco, and I will be there later.”
Harry took deep breaths, staring ahead and trying to calm himself. He felt like that was all he had been doing for days now – calming himself.
“We will get them,” Narcissa said, deadly promise in her voice. “I will see to it.”
***
Only a short while later, Harry and Narcissa both went their own ways – she to the newspaper offices, and he to the hospital. He could feel the eyes on him as he walked with the twins, one on his chest in a carrier and one in his arms, up to the Janus Thickey ward. He was still angry and couldn't seem to stop himself from feeling even more angry at the possibility that some of the people around him believed that fucking article. Oh, he was going to rip Rita to shreds. And through that all, he was still nervous about Lucius. After reading the paper, he and Narcissa hadn't mentioned Lucius again, but what did he think? Harry was worried about it for Draco's sake.
He made his way through the hospital, focusing on keeping his eyes away from peoples' faces lest he scream at them for believing that tripe, even if he wasn't sure they did. When he stepped into Draco's shared room, there was someone sitting at the side of his bed that he hadn't expected. Neville.
Neville was facing Draco, but turned when he heard Harry come in. "Oh, hi, Harry," he said.
"Hi," Harry answered quietly, thrown off by Neville's presence. What was he doing there? But, oh. Of course. His parents were there as well. Harry moved forward with the twins and out of the doorway.
Neville smiled. "You brought them," he said, gesturing to the babies.
Harry looked down at Caelum and Corvus. "Yeah," he said. "I ... I plan to bring them every day." He looked over at Draco feeling the tiny hope inside him, that Draco would somehow be awake when he came, break.
"Can ... can I see them?" Neville asked.
"Oh," Harry said, shaking his head a bit. He had gone into his own world for a moment. "Yes." He handed Neville Corvus, who was the one in Harry's arms, as he had absolutely refused to be placed in the carrier.
Neville seemed a bit awkward at first but smiled at the infant. "He has your eyes," he said.
Harry took Caelum out of the carrier and sat down next to Neville with the baby. "Yes," he said. "They both do." And right then, he remembered that he and Draco had not told Neville about the pregnancy. He must have seen the paper.
Neville was quiet, letting Corvus hold on to one of his fingers. "They said he might not wake up," he said at last. "Is that true?"
Harry winced only barely, staring down at Caelum. "That's what they say," he answered quietly, and looked up. "But he will wake up."
Neville glanced up and then flushed. "I read it," he said quietly. "I came to see him."
"Everyone's probably read it," Harry snapped, but then winced again. "Sorry, Neville. I don't mean ... I'm angry about the article. It was more than rubbish."
"I know better than to believe what Skeeter says," Neville said. "But I wanted to talk to you about something."
Harry looked up at him again.
"I know I promised, but ...." Neville took a deep breath. "It just isn't right that people don't know the truth."
Harry knew exactly what Neville was talking about as soon as he said it. He looked at Draco. "He thinks that no one would believe it," he said.
"If he told them, they probably wouldn't. But after the last battle, people seem to listen to me better now. And Luna could tell her part, too," he said. "I already asked her."
Harry glanced back at Neville, seriously considering the idea. "What would we do?" he said. "Our own interview?"
"Not with that Skeeter woman," Neville said, more venom in his voice than Harry had heard before. "We need a reporter who will actually report what we say. But yes, I want to tell them what Draco did during the war. Do you think he would forgive me for telling?" He looked up then and Harry could see the conflict this was for him.
Harry felt conflicted himself. "I ..." he began, but paused for a moment. "I ... want people to know the truth, to know how much he did, and what he did. I don't think he would be angry, and even if he were, he wouldn't stay angry."
Neville sighed and nodded. "You let me know if you need anything, Harry," he said. "I wish I knew what to do to help."
Harry gave Neville a small smile, but it was genuine. "This is enough," he said. "That you're here is enough. I appreciate it, and Draco would, too." He didn't know why, but he didn't mind Neville seeing Draco.
Chapter Title: Enough is Enough
Words: 2742 Words
As Harry watched the Healers move Draco into the Janus Thickey ward, he had been tempted to completely forget it all and stay right by Draco's side.
Frank and Alice Longbottom were asleep, but they were there. They were there, and Harry could hardly bear the thought of Draco there as well. It was like Draco was going to end up like them, but Narcissa helped Harry through it.
It still took him a while to be able to actually leave. He sat and stared at Draco for a long time, holding his hand and kissing his forehead, because maybe Draco would pick right then to wake up. Maybe. But he didn't.
Harry packed up the babies, and felt like he left his very heart behind as he went home.
Narcissa went with him, and he was grateful, because he didn't know what he would have done if he'd had to go home alone. There were two cots in the nursery, but they put the babies into just one so that they wouldn't cry. Narcissa showed him how to set up a Monitoring Charm, which would let both of them know when Caelum or Corvus awoke. Then she told Harry to get some sleep, which he doubted he would actually be able to do.
Kreacher had cleaned, so his and Draco's bedroom was not covered in blood, but it didn't stop the images from entering into Harry's head. He might have chosen to sleep somewhere else if it weren't for the fact that Draco had slept in that bed with him. It was his and Draco's bed. He lay on the left side, where he always did, laid his arm over Draco's side of the bed, and cried silently for a while.
He tried to sleep, but couldn't, no matter what he did. He knew Narcissa was staying there as well, in some other room, and he knew it was late enough for her to be asleep. It wasn't exactly time to feed the babies yet – it had been explained to him that they required feeding every few hours – but he crept next door to their room anyway.
They were both wide awake, staring at each other and all around them.
Harry lifted the charm, so that Narcissa wouldn't be woken from sleep. "Hi, boys," he whispered to them.
They made grunting, burbling noises.
He reached down to pet their heads. Merlin, Corvus looked so much like Draco. It was unmistakable. And Caelum had his blond hair. Draco was so evident in both of them. Harry hoped that he wouldn't have to tell them that. He hoped they would be able to see it in Draco themselves as he cared for them, because Draco would. God, he had to.
The truth of it made Harry angry. He wished he could trade places with Draco. He would have in a heartbeat.
He sighed quietly. He didn't want to cry. The stinging in his eyes said differently, but he really didn't want to. "Come on," he whispered, reaching in to lift Caelum in one arm, and then managed to carefully lift Corvus as well. He carried them out of the nursery and into his and Draco's bedroom, laying them on Draco's side of the bed.
He lay down next to them, reaching to gently touch and pet. It was so quiet in the house. There was no noise at all, only the noises the boys made. Harry felt very alone with them, like they were the only three people in the world. He wanted to feel like Draco was alone with them as well. He literally felt his stomach twist with pain and guilt and fear as he thought of Draco alone in that hospital with only the Healers there with him. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut, trying to suppress the shaking.
Caelum let out a loud yelping sound, and Harry opened his eyes again to see the baby looking at him with wide eyes, kicking his feet. Harry smiled at him, almost feeling like Caelum was telling him to think about something else. "I love you," he said quietly, leaning over to kiss both their heads. He did love them. He loved them so much already, but his heart ached even while he was with them. He wanted Draco there, too.
He stayed up all night long, and he did cry a few more times. He fed them bottles and changed nappies and watched them. Harry thought about what Draco would look like watching them, too. He was still awake when Narcissa came and knocked on his door in the morning to see if he had the twins.
She sighed sadly at him. "Did you sleep at all last night?" she asked.
He frowned slightly and shook his head.
She sighed again. "Get some sleep, Harry," she said quietly. "I'll take them."
Harry was awake still, the sunlight pouring through the curtains. It was another hour before he fell asleep, and he lay on Draco's side.
***
Harry awoke a few hours later, but didn't feel completely rested. His mind felt tired, even if he technically wasn't. He got out of bed and shuffled across the bedroom, making his way downstairs. He found Narcissa with the boys in the sitting room. She was feeding Corvus while Caelum lay awake in a small wind-up swing.
She looked at Harry a little oddly before she gave him a small smile, and he quirked an eyebrow.
"You should see if he'll eat, too," she said, nodding at Caelum. "I have his bottle ready, but Corvus is so impatient."
Harry smiled. "Yes," he said. He reached for the quiet little boy, and then for his bottle, beginning to feed him.
Narcissa let out a quiet breath through her nose.
Harry looked at her, but she was looking down at the baby. There was something up. He could tell. She wanted to tell him something.
"Harry," she said finally.
Harry looked over again to see her frowning. "Yes?" he said softly.
"I ... wrote to my husband yesterday morning," she said, and then waited.
Was Harry supposed to reply to that? "Mm," he said.
She sighed. "I told him about Draco," she continued. "I couldn't not. He is Draco's father, and I knew it would get out eventually. I wanted to tell him before he found out from the paper."
Harry frowned too. "You told him about – about the babies?"
"Yes," Narcissa answered. "About the babies and Draco's current state. I know Draco might have preferred to tell Lucius himself, but ... I suppose he didn't plan on this happening to him."
"But – but what will he say?" Harry asked, blinking. "Will he be angry? What will he think of Draco? What will he do?"
"There is not really much he can do," said Narcissa. "I imagine he will not believe it .... Or that he didn't believe it when he received my letter."
Harry frowned again, his heart speeding up strangely. It was like he was nervous for Draco since Draco couldn't be. "Why?" he said. "What would have changed?"
Narcissa winced slightly, but there was also an odd flash of intense anger on her face. "I'm going to show you this," she said, "because I feel you have a right to know, not to upset you, though I do think you will be upset, and rightly so."
Oh. God, what was it?
She reached behind herself, pulling out a – oh no. A copy of the Daily Prophet.
Harry clenched his teeth. "What does it say?" he said through them.
By the way Narcissa's muscles were slightly bulging in her jaw, her teeth were clenched, too. She handed the paper over.
"Malfoy Births Potter's Children" was the headline:
As absolutely astounding as it may seem, you read correctly. A man, Draco Malfoy, age 19, gave birth to not one baby, but two, on Wednesday, January 6th. Corvus and Caelum Potter-Malfoy, fraternal twin brothers.
It would seem as though nothing could stop Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy from having their happy lives together. Two wizards with children that share their very own flesh and blood seems impossible – in fact, it was impossible. According to reliable sources, Malfoy concocted a potion to allow his body to carry children. The potion has not been tested or Ministry approved, and the exact effects are unknown.
Is this a new happy family? Is it that simple? Or is there something sinister between the lines? Many will remember Malfoy’s involvement, around this time last year, in the scandalous incident between the late Lestrange brothers. The incident is still shrouded in mystery, and there is not much known about it, as the trial was conveniently cancelled due to the mysterious death of Rodolphus Lestrange in Azkaban prison. The question of Malfoy’s motives and loyalty remains.
What sort of Dark magic could it have taken to invent such a potion to alter human nature itself? It is strange that a person so closely linked to the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters would ‘snag’ Harry Potter. What way to better ensure that he remains in the relationship than to add children into the mix? What could Malfoy possibly want with him? And is Potter any the wiser?
Even stranger is that Malfoy has now been placed in the long-term ward in St Mungo’s hospital as a comatose patient. There is a very real possibility, according to Healers, that he may never come to consciousness again. He was brought into the hospital covered in blood and in the comatose state. Is this a condition derived from the birth?
Did Malfoy’s plan backfire during the birth? Or is this a tragedy? A happy family’s misfortune? Or luck for Potter, who could now leave a possibly harmful relationship? There are only more mysteries, and more questions to be answered.
It was, once again, written by Rita Skeeter.
Harry was filled with disbelief. His entire body shook, and he had to remind himself that there was a baby in his arms. “How could they let this be printed?” he hissed, low and dangerous. “How is this news? How dare they even think of putting Draco in the paper? Of putting my children in the paper?” He shook even more.
Narcissa appeared nervous, looking at Caelum, but she was obviously very angry as well. “I know,” she said quietly, sounding dangerous herself.
Harry wasn’t just angry, he was enraged. He could barely think.
“Harry,” said Narcissa in a voice that calmed Harry a bit and showed her anger in one. “I have been beyond angry all morning long, and I have had a chance to think about things. I am going down to the Daily Prophet main offices today – and believe me,” she hissed, “there will be something done about this.”
Harry still couldn’t think of anything to say. He had never thought he could be … hurt so much by a Skeeter article, but it hurt. What she was saying, what some people would believe about Draco, who had risked his life to help with the war, who had risked his life to please the people he loved and make himself a family, was simply worse than anything else she had said before.
Narcissa laid Corvus in the swing and put a hand on Harry’s shoulder. “You take the children and go to see Draco, and I will be there later.”
Harry took deep breaths, staring ahead and trying to calm himself. He felt like that was all he had been doing for days now – calming himself.
“We will get them,” Narcissa said, deadly promise in her voice. “I will see to it.”
***
Only a short while later, Harry and Narcissa both went their own ways – she to the newspaper offices, and he to the hospital. He could feel the eyes on him as he walked with the twins, one on his chest in a carrier and one in his arms, up to the Janus Thickey ward. He was still angry and couldn't seem to stop himself from feeling even more angry at the possibility that some of the people around him believed that fucking article. Oh, he was going to rip Rita to shreds. And through that all, he was still nervous about Lucius. After reading the paper, he and Narcissa hadn't mentioned Lucius again, but what did he think? Harry was worried about it for Draco's sake.
He made his way through the hospital, focusing on keeping his eyes away from peoples' faces lest he scream at them for believing that tripe, even if he wasn't sure they did. When he stepped into Draco's shared room, there was someone sitting at the side of his bed that he hadn't expected. Neville.
Neville was facing Draco, but turned when he heard Harry come in. "Oh, hi, Harry," he said.
"Hi," Harry answered quietly, thrown off by Neville's presence. What was he doing there? But, oh. Of course. His parents were there as well. Harry moved forward with the twins and out of the doorway.
Neville smiled. "You brought them," he said, gesturing to the babies.
Harry looked down at Caelum and Corvus. "Yeah," he said. "I ... I plan to bring them every day." He looked over at Draco feeling the tiny hope inside him, that Draco would somehow be awake when he came, break.
"Can ... can I see them?" Neville asked.
"Oh," Harry said, shaking his head a bit. He had gone into his own world for a moment. "Yes." He handed Neville Corvus, who was the one in Harry's arms, as he had absolutely refused to be placed in the carrier.
Neville seemed a bit awkward at first but smiled at the infant. "He has your eyes," he said.
Harry took Caelum out of the carrier and sat down next to Neville with the baby. "Yes," he said. "They both do." And right then, he remembered that he and Draco had not told Neville about the pregnancy. He must have seen the paper.
Neville was quiet, letting Corvus hold on to one of his fingers. "They said he might not wake up," he said at last. "Is that true?"
Harry winced only barely, staring down at Caelum. "That's what they say," he answered quietly, and looked up. "But he will wake up."
Neville glanced up and then flushed. "I read it," he said quietly. "I came to see him."
"Everyone's probably read it," Harry snapped, but then winced again. "Sorry, Neville. I don't mean ... I'm angry about the article. It was more than rubbish."
"I know better than to believe what Skeeter says," Neville said. "But I wanted to talk to you about something."
Harry looked up at him again.
"I know I promised, but ...." Neville took a deep breath. "It just isn't right that people don't know the truth."
Harry knew exactly what Neville was talking about as soon as he said it. He looked at Draco. "He thinks that no one would believe it," he said.
"If he told them, they probably wouldn't. But after the last battle, people seem to listen to me better now. And Luna could tell her part, too," he said. "I already asked her."
Harry glanced back at Neville, seriously considering the idea. "What would we do?" he said. "Our own interview?"
"Not with that Skeeter woman," Neville said, more venom in his voice than Harry had heard before. "We need a reporter who will actually report what we say. But yes, I want to tell them what Draco did during the war. Do you think he would forgive me for telling?" He looked up then and Harry could see the conflict this was for him.
Harry felt conflicted himself. "I ..." he began, but paused for a moment. "I ... want people to know the truth, to know how much he did, and what he did. I don't think he would be angry, and even if he were, he wouldn't stay angry."
Neville sighed and nodded. "You let me know if you need anything, Harry," he said. "I wish I knew what to do to help."
Harry gave Neville a small smile, but it was genuine. "This is enough," he said. "That you're here is enough. I appreciate it, and Draco would, too." He didn't know why, but he didn't mind Neville seeing Draco.