It's another week when the next person goes missing. 

This time, it's Blaise Zabini.

When McGonagall announces this to the Great Hall with a shaky voice and even shakier hands, Pansy Parkinson screams at the top of her lungs.

Harry isn't watching her though. He's watching Malfoy as his face drops into something much more broken, as he shakily inhales and tries to breathe.

Harry never knew they were that close.

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"I never knew you and Zabini were that close," Harry comments as he walks into the kitchen.

"I loved him," Malfoy whispered shakily, his back to Harry.

"I never knew you were gay."

"We were dating. It might have mattered to keep it a secret before, but we're all going to die anyways. Why bother?" Malfoy laughs a broken laugh.

Harry thought about this.

Why indeed?