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After dinner Draco headed for the Infirmary. Blaise was still there, and would spend the night; he’d broken Blaise’s jaw and nose, and given him a concussion.

The room was silent as he entered. Blaise looked up from his bed and gave him a sad smile as he sat down on the chair next to him.

“I’m…sorry. I shouldn’t have—”

“Gotten carried away like that?” Blaise finished. “Don’t be. You have nothing to apologize for.”

“I didn’t get carried away. I wanted to hurt you.”

“Of course you did. You have ever since then.” Blaise didn’t have to clarify when “then” was, they were both thinking about the incident at the Manner. “And I can’t blame you for it. If I hadn’t gotten in your way, your father might still be alive.”

“But you didn’t kill my father. And it’s not your fault that he’s dead.”

“Maybe. We’ll never know will we?”

Draco shrugged, his eyes staring at the floor.

“I know it’s too late to say this. But I’m really sorry, Draco. If I could fix it—”

“Don’t say it Blaise. I don’t want to hear it. I know you’re sorry. I know you only did that because you had to appear loyal. You did warn me not to let myself be seen. But I was. Under the circumstances…not knowing what would happen…you did the right thing.”

“I’m not on his side Draco.” Blaise whispered. “But I was too weak to stand by that at the initiation.” He leaned back against the pillows. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen my parents more proud…or hated myself more at any other moment in my life.”

Draco nodded. The two were silent for a moment.

“Do you—I mean…I, er, got your invitation.” Blaise stumbled through his words. “Do you really want me at your wedding?”

Draco nodded slowly.

“And Potter’s okay with this?”

“Do you want him dead?”

“No.”

“Then he won’t have a problem with it. You’re not a good enough Death Eater.”