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"Tired of him already?" Harry's voice was dead. He blocked the doorway.
Draco shifted the bulging box. "These are yours."
They locked eyes.
Draco pushed the box forward, gracelessly.
Harry took it. "Clearing out space for him, then."
"No."
Last time it'd been Yes fuck yes. Yes.
Draco had been writhing, arching, fists full with dark, messy hair.
Not Harry's.
"You got all my things into one box." Harry rifled through it, disrupting meticulous folds. Every single item he'd left behind was there.
"Not quite." Draco didn't waver. "Only what you still want."
He turned to leave. Harry saw the veil flicker, an instant too soon.
"I need everything back," Harry heard himself rasp. "Bring the rest tomorrow."
He slammed the door.
Tomorrow, Draco would come, and bring no box.