Chapter Summary: The season begins to change, and with it, perhaps feelings do too.

AN: Hello! Another update, and the longest yet I believe. I am regrettably coming down with something, so hopefully the editing isn't terrible. Also I'm high key mad about it. Because who invites someone over to their home in another city to stay the night when they and their family are ill and doesn't even mention it. Am I right? Anyway, hope all of you are doing well 3. I'd love to hear what you think.

After the Rain Falls
Chapter 6: A Tree is Known by Its Fruit

The grounds were abuzz with excitement down by Hagrid's Hut and across the surrounding fields. Though the grass was covered in a light dusting of snow, and the air cool, it was still a beautiful sunny day, and The Magical Creature Fair was off to a very good start. Students from every year were involved, in charge of handling the appropriate level beasts and showing them off to the guests. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were unsurprisingly tasked with looking after Buckbeak for the day, or Witherwings, as he was known by publically for safety reasons.

Buckbeak ruffled his feathered wings, and trotted lightly in place, while Harry took his reigns and patted his neck. There were quite a few students and visitors interested, and the three of them were careful to ensure all spectators kept their distance, not wanting any kind of incident to put him in danger. Buckbeak wasn't violent, but he was still a wild animal, and all wild animals had reflexive instincts.

Ron was just finishing up listing some facts about Hippogriffs to a group of onlookers when Hermione tapped Harry on the shoulder and pointed over towards the aviation booth. "Oh, Harry, look," she whispered in his ear, and Harry followed the line of her finger. Draco stood in the distance, watching them steadfastly. He straightened his back when he caught them looking, gaze shifting between Hermione and Harry for a moment, and Harry blinked at him with widened eyes. Draco was probably the last person he expected to see at the fair, and he was there as a…volunteer?

As Harry watched, Draco lowered his head and ran long fingers through his hair before turning to manage one of the large birds perched next to him. He had a falconer's gauntlet on, and when he reached out for the nearest Augurey confidently, it flew down and landed on his arm, its large wings ruffling his hair slightly as they flapped. Quite the feat considering Augurey weren't terribly social birds. It was as though he had experience handling them. He must have, because Draco patted the Augurey's belly gently, showing no sign of fear in its rather large presence, and then he turned and began to speak in front of the small crowd forming at his booth. Harry couldn't help but think he looked…quite handsome.

"What's Malfoy here for?" Ron asked as he returned to their side after the group of spectators moved on to the next booth. Harry wondered the same. He recalled how surprised he'd been by Malfoy signing up to clean the Room of Requirement and supposed this wasn't much different, really. Why had he been at any of the events? To help? Or to find some sense of solace? Just like the rest of them, probably.

"Maybe he just wants to atone for his mistakes," Harry commented. He held Buckbeak close, practically pressing his nose against his textured bill.

Hermione jutted out her hip and straightened the scarf about her neck before butting in, "Hmm, perhaps. Might be more to it than that." Her tone held a mysterious air about it, and both Ron and Harry looked at her suspiciously.

It was Harry who asked, "Like what?"

"Oh it's just, he didn't seem all that interested. That is until I mentioned that you'd be here, Harry," Hermione crooned.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean," Ron blurted, before Harry even had the chance. Rather, Harry's brain had decided to stop functioning, and he was stuck on the inane possibility that Draco might have shown up for him. For some reason. A reason he couldn't particularly fathom.

Harry scratched idly at Buckbeak's feathers as his gaze shifted back towards Draco, who was still working away diligently. But every so often Harry caught him glancing their way, and he couldn't help but wonder what that was all about. Their gazes eventually met, and Draco seemingly froze, until one of the Augurey's talons gripped at his hair, and Harry chuckled as he watched Draco struggle against its strong grip. Eventually he enlisted the help of a random fourth year standing nearby to detangle himself from the bird. Draco scolded it, but in a gentle way, before feeding it a snack, and Harry was surprised at the way he showed it care. It was like he was a completely different person from the Draco that Harry had grown up with. Or maybe this was who he had been all along, and Harry had just never been able to see it.

Buckbeak snapped at Harry then, startling him out of his reverie, and Harry jerked his hand away from where it had been scratching beneath the feathers a little too repetitively.

"Careful Harry! You know Buckbeak-cough-I mean Witherwings don' like tha'," Hagrid grunted as he walked by their booth, and Harry ducked his head and latched onto the reigns a bit tighter.

"S-Sorry," he muttered, far too embarrassed to notice Hermione's smug grin.

By the time the date of the winter Hogsmeade trip arrived, the ground was completely covered in a blanket of fluffy white snow. Instead of going with his friends, Harry decided to give Ron and Hermione some time alone. He knew that Ron was planning to take Hermione for a drink and treat at Madame Puddifoot's before heading over to Tomes and Scrolls, so Harry steered clear. Thankfully they weren't particularly difficult places for him to avoid.

He started his trip at Zonko's, mostly in an effort to snoop and take note of any new products at Ron's request. They were going to pass on the information to George and Percy so they could keep up to date with what was currently in trend. There were several Weasley brand joke items on the shelves in Zonko's as well, and Harry smiled at the sight of them and purchased several just for fun. He could have taken anything he wanted from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, had he asked, but it felt better to support them this way instead.

Honeydukes was next on his list, and Harry spent a good long while inside the candy shop, filling up his arms with a variety of new sweets to try. He grabbed a few favourites off the shelves as well, and paused when he saw a familiar item. Glacial Snowflakes. Hadn't…Draco mentioned them before? It was the last box there, and Harry picked it up and looked at it curiously.

"Oh! Haven't been able to get those in for a while, supply issue. Sorry to say that's the last of our stock for the time being," the store clerk commented, and Harry glanced at her before adding the box to his stash. He walked out of the store, a stuffed full bag in hand, carrying the little box between his fingers as he further inspected the label. Harry turned a corner abruptly, startling as he nearly ran into Draco who was just walking out of Flourish and Blott's. He tucked the box of candy away in his pocket hastily and flailed a bit as his feet slipped atop the icy path.

"Shi-," Harry blurted, and Draco reached out and caught him before he tumbled atop the snow. Harry found his footing, and muttered a hasty 'thanks', before he looked around Draco curiously. "Abandoned are you?"

"Pansy's getting a haircut, and Gregory stayed back. Too much schoolwork. As for Blaise…well he's always doing whatever," Draco drawled. "Where's your entourage?"

"On a date, didn't want to be a third wheel," Harry said with a quick shrug.

Draco blinked at him, and then looked around for a moment. The streets were lined with the usual crowd that Hogsmeade drew, in addition to several groups of students excitedly chattering as they shopped. He turned back towards Harry and straightened his shoulders before asking, "Want to grab a Butterbeer?"

Harry was sure his eyes must have been the size of dinner plates. He gaped at Draco in surprise, wondering for a moment if he had heard him wrong. His heart was suddenly pounding so loudly in his ears. But somehow he still managed to stutter, "Y-yeah, sure, why not."

"You're out of your mind, Potter. Lennox Campbell is clearly the better Seeker," Draco drawled as he took a long gulp of his Butterbeer.

Harry gasped and pressed a hand to his chest in fake disbelief. "I refuse to believe you really think that. After the game against the Kenmare Kestrels? When he missed the snitch after it was kicked right at him by Maddock?" Harry argued, and then he shifted in his seat, grasping his glass between his fingers as he continued on excitedly. "Aiden Kiely has such great teamwork with his Chaser. To sneak right in and catch the Snitch in that moment? It was unbelievable!"

"A one-time occurrence. Campbell's consistency far outweighs a singular showy performance. And it should have been called as a Snitchnip," Draco insisted. He lifted his hand and pointed at Harry as if to prove his point further.

Harry laughed at him and took a quick sip before turning to face Draco indignantly. "I refuse to acknowledge that. Feet don't count, and Maddock didn't touch it with his fingers. Not a foul."

"Ugh," Draco sighed, collapsing forward on the bar slightly. He pushed himself back up and swung an arm over the backrest of his chair, staring at Harry with pursed lips.

Harry grinned at him, knowing he was right, but also aware that Draco would never admit it. "Can we at least agree that Benjy Williams has been absolute rubbish since the start of season?" Harry asked, raising his glass slightly as he peered at Draco over the top of it.

That seemed to do the trick, as Draco's tight posture eased, and he nodded before taking a swig. He swallowed quickly, gesturing wildly with his free hand. "Bottom of the barrel. He's done. They'll either trade him or encourage him to retire at the end of the year. Puddlemere United will be scouting a new Seeker for next season, mark my words," Draco declared. He lifted his chin up, letting his hair fall back as he glanced towards Harry with a confident smirk. His elbow settled again atop the chair back, and he let his fingers hang down in a relaxed manner. He looked so casually comfortably, and Harry smiled at him, ducking his head a bit as he clasped his mug tightly.

Then there was a bright flash of light, accompanied by the loud snap of a camera's shutter, and both Harry and Draco whipped their heads around, the latter glaring at the journalist and photographer quickly approaching them. Harry grimaced, fidgeting in his seat uneasily. Couldn't he have a single day of peace? He mentally prepared himself for the onslaught of questions to come.

"Mr. Potter, anything to say about the rumours regarding your declining health?"

Harry felt his heart sink into his gut. Nothing could have prepared him for that. He felt ice cold, and he struggled to process the question, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

"H-huh?"

The journalist didn't wait up, immediately jumping into his next question. "Do you denounce the actions of the terrorist group that recently attacked a group of Muggles in Stanton?"

Harry blinked at him, his fingers tightening around the glass he held. "I…,"

And then the camera flashed again, close to his face, and Harry flinched back in surprise. He was too stunned to even notice the journalist reaching for him, not until his fingers were in his hair, pushing his fringe away from his scar. Harry scampered off his chair, dropping his drink, and the glass shattered on the ground at his feet. Then Draco was between them, pushing both the woman with the camera and the journalist away.

"Don't touch him," Draco hissed, standing like a protective barrier as he yanked Harry behind him. Harry belatedly noticed that Draco had dropped his drink as well, and now both their robes were wet with the splatters of Butterbeer.

The journalist didn't ease off, instead turning his focus towards Draco with a smarmy grin. "Ah, Mr. Malfoy, perhaps a word about your father's history at the Dark Lord's side. Do you plan on following in his footsteps and pursuing a life of crime?"

Draco clenched his fingers into a fist and sneered at him, and Harry thought he might have been about to throw out a fist, when black fabric wrapped around both the camera and the journalists hands before jerking them back towards the exit of the pub.

"How 'bout you take your overgrown noses elsewhere instead o' harassing students on a field trip," the barman chided, and he paused, pointing to the sign on the wall that clearly stated NO PRESS. He stared ahead, gaze daring the two Daily Prophet employees to try to argue, and they scampered out the door in a hurry. "Soddin' idiots."

Harry slumped against the bar, and Draco clucked his tongue in annoyance, before moving to help the bartender clean up the mess.

"Are you okay?" Draco asked, pausing to cast a cleaning spell beneath their feet, but Harry hardly acknowledged the question, his vision unfocused as he stood in front of his seat. "Potter?" And at that Harry nodded slowly before sitting back down again. "Another round please," Draco requested. The bartender waved him off when he went to pay, and then Harry smiled briefly when a glass was pushed between his fingers.

Their conversation died down after that, and they sipped away at their drinks quietly, though Harry caught Draco peering at him every so often as if to make sure he really was okay. Harry thought about making an excuse to leave, and then shoved his hands into pockets, startling slightly as his fingers knocked into the candy box he'd tucked there earlier. He fiddled with it for a moment, and then shifted and pulled it free.

"Oh um, here," Harry muttered, holding the Glacial Snowflakes out towards Draco a bit shyly. Draco stared down at them guardedly, but eventually grabbed them, directing a surprised glance at Harry as he recognized the packaging. "You like them, right? There was just one box left so…," Harry trailed off, and then he looked away, doing his best to ignore the increase of heat in his face.

"Thank you."

Harry could feel Draco's stare but he pretended not to notice it. He heard Draco open the box and shake out a few of the melts into his palm, and when he offered one to Harry, he took it and immediately popped it into his mouth. The slightly minty flavour washed over his tongue, instantly cooling him down. They were good too. Refreshing.

A sort of calm settled around the two of them, and they sat there munching on the sweets and enjoying their Butterbeers in a comfortable silence. Harry kicked his feet back and forth where they hung over the rungs of the chair below, and studiously ignored Draco's gaze, only occasionally meeting it with his own curious green glances to the side.

Harry frowned at the Daily Prophet, pushing down on the paper as he read the article in front of him. Death Eaters Return - A New Threat Arises, it was titled, beneath which there was a photo of a village under attack. Six deaths in total, and several more injured. It was the fifth attack of its kind since the end of the war.

"It's bound to happen Harry," Hermione reassured him. She touched his back as she leaned in to read the article with him. "There will always be people who want to cause harm. A sad truth of the world," she added. "But each day there are fewer, and they grow weaker the longer they go on without leadership."

Harry sighed, staring at the photo uneasily. "And what happens if they do get a leader," he mumbled. He hadn't meant to be heard, but Hermione must have caught the words anyway, as she regarded him closely and crossed her arms on the table in front of her.

"The ministry is working overtime to stop them, all we can do is take each day at a time," Hermione said. "And you don't have to take this on yourself. You've done more than your share."

Harry lifted the paper into his hands, working his way through the other articles slowly. There wasn't much good news on the front page, but he busied himself with a Quidditch story about the Applebee Arrows and their rivalry with the Wimbourne Wasps. Across the table Ron looked up from his meal to take a drink, and then he nearly spat it out, immediately breaking out into a series of ragged coughs. He gestured towards the back of the paper, pointing shakily until he finally caught his breath. "Uh, Harry, you might want to have a look."

Harry glanced at him and narrowed his eyes before turning the page around and freezing in place. His elbows crashed atop the table as he caught sight of the photo spread across the entire back page. It was of himself and Draco at the pub, sitting next to each other in the midst of conversation. The headline, A Secret Meeting – Enemies to Partners in Crime, stood out boldly above it, and Harry groaned and threw the paper down on the table. He risked a glance across the Great Hall, just in time to witness as Draco yanked a copy of the very same paper out of Goyle's hands with a scowl.

"Oh, it's actually a nice photo, if you ignore the article," Hermione commented, and then Ginny strolled up and snagged it off the table.

"Why's it look like you're on a date though?"

"Ginny!" Harry hissed, face flaming as he grabbed it back out of her hands.

"What? It does!"

The worst thing was, neither of them were even wrong. It actually was a nice photo. Draco looked genuinely happy, and Harry looked…completely enamoured with him, to be honest. He let out a frustrated groan and then put his head in his hands, hiding his reddened cheeks in embarrassment.

It was a dreary day. One of those days on which the sun remained ever hidden behind the clouds. The sky was grey, the air, cold, and even the upcoming celebrations for the winter season were not enough to lift his spirits.

Harry stared down at the Hogwarts grounds from the top of the Owlery, watching as the many birds came and went with letters. He sat atop the stone wall around the outside of the tower, head leaning up against one of the heavy beams. It had been a difficult morning. He didn't have classes, but he spent the first half of the day in bed, after having woken up on three separate occasions during the night from a mix of nightmares and seizures.

He was tired. More tired than he'd felt in a very long time. He'd been overdoing things too. Working himself constantly during his waking hours in an effort to distract himself from everything else.

Harry sighed, tucking his legs up close to his body and wrapping his arms around them tightly. He missed Hedwig dearly. In times like this, he would have told her everything. And she would have listened, acting as a quiet companion whenever he was most in need.

A shuffling sound upon the stone drew Harry's attention to the staircase in the center of the tower and Draco's blond head of hair appeared as he made his way up the steps. He paused in his stride a few steps down after spotting Harry, and then nodded slightly and walked up the rest of the way. He had a note in his hands, which he rolled up carefully and tucked into his pocket. To Harry's surprise, Draco immediately walked over to him and leaned against the pillar he faced. He held his arm out, and a large regal looking bird flew down from the rafters, landing on him gracefully. An eagle owl, with brown spotted feathers and piercing orange eyes.

"Where's your owl?" Draco asked. The question hung in the air for a moment, and Harry looked down as he struggled to answer.

After a moment, Harry smiled sadly before saying, "She was killed." He was proud of himself for not stumbling over the words.

Draco actually looked taken aback, and he furrowed his brow before turning his attention to the owl upon his arm. "I'm sorry," he muttered lowly. Harry shook his head and waved him off, stretching out his legs across the stone as he leaned back against the beam behind him. He watched as Draco ran a hand down his owl's back and then rubbed his fingers in soft circles atop its head, a touch it appeared to greatly enjoy. He glanced at Harry after the owl gave a satisfied chirp then spoke, "This is Nathair."

"Is he yours?"

"Mm, since I was seven." Draco shifted closer then, holding his arm out to Harry, who sat up excitedly and held out his own arm in return. Nathair hopped over to him, flapping his wings slightly as he did so. Some of his feathers brushed against Harry's face, and he let out a short laugh before bringing Nathair in a bit closer. He was a beautiful owl, and Harry was surprised at the weight of him. His talons wrapped around Harry's arm tightly, but not painfully so. It was a welcome feeling, and one he'd greatly missed.

Draco hoisted himself up on the stone next to him and then pulled some owl snacks out of his pocket, handing them off to Harry, so he spent the next little while feeding Nathair and watching as he chomped on the treats and turned his head in different directions curiously. After some time, Nathair took off into the sky for a mid-day flight. The wind from Nathair's wings ruffled Harry's hair, and he shivered slightly at the little gusts of air. It was definitely getting colder. Harry shifted atop the stone and wrapped his cloak tighter about his form in an attempt to better ward off the chill.

"The holidays are coming soon," Draco commented.

"Mm," Harry hummed, and then he turned his head towards him. "You're going home?"

"Yes. And you'll be going to Weasley's?"

Harry raised both his eyebrows and tilted his head slightly. "How did you know about that?"

"Chess club," Draco blurted. "He won't shut up about it. I pity Thomas, his partner. For having to sit through it every single game."

Harry laughed. Ron did love talking about his family. And he couldn't fault him for it. His family was wonderful. Like a second home for Harry. Even if they were a bit much for him sometimes. He smiled wistfully, and looked out at the grounds. "Actually…I think I'll stay here this year," Harry started. "The Burrow, it's nice but, I just…," he trailed off and looked down at his hands. "It's a bit crowded, and overwhelming. And with the nightmares…, it's just better I don't go. For everyone."

He shifted nervously, wondering why he had suddenly shared so many of his personal worries. Draco probably didn't care, had likely only asked out of courtesy, and yet here he was listing them off one by one. But to his surprise, Draco nodded gently, casually commenting, "Who doesn't have nightmares these days."

Harry considered him for a moment, and then he inched forward on the stone, sitting slightly over the edge. "Is it as bad in your dorm?"

"Like a banshee on a good day and a chorus of plucked mandrakes on another," Draco drawled. "Silencing charms are everyone's best friend. That and dreamless sleep potions. I bet Madame Pomfrey's stock is almost out again."

Harry eased down off the stone then, turning to lean over it instead. He looked up at Draco, met his grey gaze and stared into it for longer than was probably considered normal. But Draco didn't avoid it, and it was Harry who eventually blinked and turned to look down towards the ground far below. There were students walking the many pathways and he watched them move about excitedly, enjoying their time away from classes. He wished he could have been that carefree.

"You could come to the manor."

The words felt like they came out of nowhere, and Harry thought he had misheard, but when he looked up again, Draco was watching him, as though waiting for his answer. Draco slid from the stone then as well, turning away as he fidgeted and quickly added, "We could spend more time working on the potion. I know we aren't strictly speaking supposed to work on it off school grounds, but there are more research books, and readily available materials at the manor. The Ministry didn't take everything, thanks to you." Harry stayed silent, not quite sure how to react. To be honest, he was completely thrown by the suggestion. Too shocked to respond. He never would have imagined being invited there by Draco. It felt…like it would be an intrusion, perhaps for both of them. Setting foot back in Malfoy Manor, especially after all that had occurred there…was an intimidating thought.

His mind raced, and he knew he'd waited too long when he saw Draco deflate slightly out of the corner of his eyes. Harry's jaw tensed when Draco spoke up again, this time in a much more curt tone, "Don't feel like you have to Potter, it was just an offer."

"I'll come," Harry blurted, and then he froze, surprised by his own words. He breathed in quick, and shrunk in on himself uncertainly when Malfoy whipped his head towards him hurriedly. He looked just as surprised as Harry was by his acceptance. "If it's…really okay that is," Harry added. "With your family."

Draco paused and blinked at him. His gaze shifted to the side as he seemed to ponder something. His jaw tightened and then his brow furrowed for a moment, but not long after he pulled the rolled up letter out of his pocket, set it on fire, and started a new one. "It will be," he promised.

And for some reason, Harry believed him.

Just before the holidays, Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat bundled up at the edge of the Great Lake beside several buckets full of fish. Hagrid had requested their help a few days prior, enlisting them to feed the Giant Squid, who had come down with some kind of cold in recent weeks. It had stopped eating, and lost quite a bit of weight, so they were doing their best to entice it with some of its favourites, infused with extra special vitamins of course.

The surface of the lake was frozen over, so they cut out a hole, and levitated the fish above it in the hopes of drawing out the squid's tentacles. Thankfully, once the squid knew they were there, it was a fairly easy task. The trick was simply making sure it didn't grab one of them by accident.

It was Harry's turn, and he inched out over the water a bit, testing the strength of the ice before dragging his bucket along with him. Ron and Hermione sat not far behind him, watching and waiting for him to return. He levitated the fish carefully, in one giant clump, holding them over the jagged hole further out from the shore. Harry dipped them a bit, touching the water with the fish slightly and held the spell. It took nearly a minute, and then a tentacle burst up through the hole, cracking away more of the ice in its wake, and it slithered around the group of fish before yanking them down into the depths below. A few fish fell free, slapping atop the ice one by one, but the squid reached up again and dragged them all down with a single fast swipe of the surface.

When Harry returned to the edge of the water and sat down between his friends, Ron turned to him with a concerned expression on his face. "Harry," he started, and as Harry turned to face him Ron shifted and pursed his lips before continuing. "I understand you not wanting to come to the Burrow for the holidays. It's…a busy place at the best of times. And with the memories, and…your…," he trailed off, waving vaguely at Harry. "But, the Malfoys? Is that really a good idea?" Ron finished quickly.

"Probably not," Harry confessed. Even he wasn't entirely sure what he'd been thinking when he agreed to going. But…it was too late to take it back now. "We're going to work on our assignment some more. Malfoy has access to more books at the Manor, and we'll have time," Harry mentioned. "And it will be nice to get away," he added for good measure.

Ron stared at him oddly, and he couldn't blame him for it. He never would have set foot willingly inside Malfoy Manor, even just weeks ago, had he been asked. The place was…unwelcoming, to say the least. The idea of living under the same roof as Lucius Malfoy in particular sent shivers down his spine, and he knew returning there, even under better circumstances, would serve as a vivid reminder of the war. But that was another reason why he felt the need to go. "Plus," Harry started, before he took a deep breath and explained, "There are some things I need to work out, some things I need to face."

"I don't want to fight with you," Ron said reluctantly. He stared down at the bucket in front of him and poked at one of the remaining fish carelessly. "It's just…there's those terror groups." Ron turned to him then, with probing eyes. "Just be careful, okay?"

"The Malfoys aren't a part of all that," Harry insisted.

"You're sure?" Ron asked, his eyebrow rising in question. Then he leaned forward, searching out Hermione who had been curiously silent where she sat on the other side of Harry. "'Mione, don't you think it's a bit risky?"

She looked towards them both, then out at the lake, tapping her fingers against her own bucket. "Actually, I think he should go," she said, and then offered them both a strange deliberate smile. Ron gaped at her, and Harry smiled in return.

"See? Everything will be fine Ron."

The bell for class change rang then, and Hermione jolted in surprise. "Oh, I've got to get to Ancient Runes," she muttered.

Harry pushed himself up and reached for their buckets one by one. "I'll put this away, you guys head back in," he said, and then he started the trek back towards Hagrid's Hut alone.

As Ron and Hermione stood and made their way towards the castle, Ron peered at Hermione suspiciously and then squinted his eyes while he leaned down low to look at her more directly. "What do you know that I don't?" he asked. She raised her eyebrows and smirked at him, pushing him to the side.

"Never you mind it, Ronald."

She walked on, leaving him standing by himself on the pathway. There was clearly something amiss. Or rather…something he had missed. But Harry clearly wasn't sharing, or more likely, didn't even know, and when Hermione had her mind set on something, there was no convincing her otherwise. He had no choice but to support his friend's decision for the time being. No matter how stupid and reckless that decision was.

Being friends with Gryffindors was tough sometimes. Even as a Gryffindor. He scrunched up his nose and huffed loudly, before jogging to catch up.

AN: Thank you for reading! Much love!