draowasstirringagain,standingupandrefasteninghisloak.harryrawledarefullyoutfromunderthedesk,tryingtomakeaslittlenoiseaspossible.hewasn’tlettingdraooutofhissight.hefolloweddraotothedoor,slippingoutjustseondsbeforeitbegantolose.draolookedupanddownthehall,pulledhishoodup,andmutteredadisillusiospell.

thewolf’sgaitfalteredasitturnedtolookbakatharry.

draostoodstill,unsureofwhatharrywasreferringto.

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harryranuntilheaughtupwiththewolf.

“ian’tbelieveit,”heoughed,outofbreath,beforefallingtohisknees.

“wait!”healledbeforeheouldstophimself.

“ian’tbelieveit,”harryoughed,fallingtohisknees.“ian’tbelieveit.”

harrypulledofftheinvisibilitycloak,bunhingithaphazardlyandstuffingitintohispoket.

“you’reafukinganimagus,”harryughed,stilloutofbreath.“iknewyouwerebloodyfuk

run,youidiot,draotoldhimself,butharry’svoieheldhimfastenedtowherehestood.

whihimpliedheknewthatharrymissedhim.whihmeantheprobablyheardharrythatnight.ofourse,hehadheardhimthatnight,hehadbeensobbingoutsideofhisroom.theentirelowerhalfoftheastleprobablyknew.

“ineedtotalktoyou,”heyelledhasingafterit.

itstopped,lookingatharrywithbewilderment.

harryouldstillheartheslightsuffofmalfoy’sshoesagainstthestone,followingitasbestheould.theyexitedtheastle.therainhadletupsome,buttherewasstilightdrizzle.withinmoments,awhitewolfappearedonthegrasstwentypaesinfrontofharry.hestrethedhislegsbeforebeginningalighttrottowardsthewoods,seeminglyunawareofharry.