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Harry had delivered an apology letter from Draco to Murata previously and Murata had expressed a wish to speak to Draco personally as well, but Draco had been in no condition to talk to anyone at the time. Now that he was a little better, Harry contacted Ken and asked if they could meet at some neutral place. Once Ken agreed Harry organised a meeting on the mansion grounds and he brings Draco to the place, giving Murata a small smile before retreating away to let them talk privately, though keeping a watchful eye on Draco as he was still very worried about the blond.
With both of them seated comfortably, Murata smiles at Draco in a rather kindly way, considering the circumstances.
Draco looks very nervous and won't even catch his eye. Ken always did make him feel uncomfortable - and usually angry too but right now the emotion was more fearful.
Ken watches him silently for a moment before speaking, "How are you feeling?" It seemed an odd thing to ask someone who attacked him, but Ken could be like that sometimes.
Draco flinches slightly. He doesn't look well at all, still pale and bruised. He doesn't reply, unable to find words.
Frowning slightly in thought, Murata continues on lightly, but seriously. "I got your note... Thank you. I didn't really want anyone hurt over... what happened." He almost sounds apologetic himself.
That just makes Draco look even more uncomfortable and guilty. He finally looks across at Ken, seeing the facial scars caused by his hex. They would take a long time to fade properly. "You're.. alright then?" He asks hesitantly, internally grateful that he hadn't in fact killed Murata. He didn't like the boy but his irrational anger toward him had partially hoped that it was a fatal injury. Now, after what he'd lost himself over it, he felt guiltier that he'd even had that thought.
Ken nods and smiles. "Yes. I'm fine." He sounds cheerful, which is not unusual for him.
The cheerful tone unnerves Draco a bit. There had always been something about Murata that disturbed Draco, partly his obvious intelligence and partly the way he seemed to be able to see right into you - it's why he'd directed the spell straight at Ken's face. Anything to stop his eyes from gazing at him like they did - as if he knew all of Draco's secrets and was judging him. He forces out a reply. "I.. am.. sorry..."
"I know." Ken says, again lightly. He smiles at Draco again. "I've accepted your written apology already and I accept this one as well."
Draco just nods, unable to find his voice again. It had been so hard to speak since he'd lost his magic and he felt exhausted again already.
Ken looks sympathetic as if he understands. "Mm, maybe you should go and rest yourself and we can speak again later," he glances toward Harry.
Harry picks up on the look and comes over. "Everything OK..?"
Ken smiles up at him. "I think so. We're done, I think... We can all talk again later, if we may? I'd like to."
Harry smiles uncertainly back. "Sure.." He looks at Draco.
Draco has gone a bit blank once more, looking as if he's locked into himself and can't get out again. He's trying to pull himself out of it and talk normally but it's just not working. He manages at last to turn his eyes to Harry and nod slightly.
Harry, looking a bit worried for him again, takes Draco's arm gently to get him to his feet. "OK. Let's go home."
Murata watches them and stands up as well. Quietly he says, "It'll all work out."
Harry blinks then pauses to look at Ken again. "Um... yeah. I hope so." He holds on to Draco - who has slumped a bit - readying them to disapparate. "Well.. er... we'll see you later then." He attempts a smile of goodbye and disappears with Draco.
Ken watches them vanish then sighs softly. He looks thoughtful again and touches his face briefly, his brow furrowing slightly. That hadn't gone exactly as he'd hoped but then he wasn't quite sure what he'd been expecting. He lets out a breath again then heads back to his room.
"Hmmm.... I wonder what I should do from here," he muses quietly to himself as he pushes open the door to his new room near Lestat's tower and lies back on the bed, contemplating things and feeling somewhat discontent about it all.