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Draco’s eyes widen and he glares. “Those are my—! Get your germs off them.”

Harry rolls his eyes. “Why did I even worry about you? You seem fine for somebody who just spent three months in Azkaban.”

Just like that, there is a flash of hurt in Draco’s face. “What did you expect? A—”

And then he’s gone.

Harry is stunned. The guilt starts to eat at him, quick and sharp.

“Sorry,” he says, an hour later, Potions book tucked carefully away in Draco’s trunk.

Draco looks at the trunk, and then at him in exasperation. “Well, don’t start getting shy on my things now, Potter. Go on. Merlin knows you need all the help you can get.”

“No, not just for that.”

“For what, then?”

“For what I said.”

“You say a lot of idiotic things.”

“Malfoy.”

Draco sighs, waving his hand. He looks tired today. Like it took more effort for him to come back. “For the record, I think it’s safe to say we expected the same thing to happen when I entered that godforsaken place.”

Harry relaxes, now that he’s forgiven. The guilt recedes into something less piercing. “Well, to be honest,” he replies, trying to look wistful. “I kinda expected you’d be nicer after you got out.”

Draco gives him a deadpan stare. “I went to Azkaban, Potter, not a daycare center.”

Harry shrugs, and the joke, surprisingly, makes him smile.

Draco looks away from it. He swallows. “I expected you to be swimming in your horde of fans, lording over everyone, giving out autographed posters of you holding You-Know- Who’s severed head. Not skulking around here in my room.”

“Would you like an autographed poster?”

That earns him a startled laugh.