the number of days dwindled as mouesday and wednesday followed. yet drao was out his dilemma than he had been on monday. he had eveing to his father about it, it had gotten that annoying, but writing it down would somehow make the issue more real. if he e it down and the weeke, then he ould just orate ohat the thought ever ourred. but if he wrote it down it beame more oe tha that histi. so io imagi his father would say. if really wasn’t hard at all. his father would give him this look ahat he was a malfoy and malfoys did what they wao and that he should get rid of these inseure feelied harry’s ompany he should request it and that was that. it should might look like if someoually saw them. really, think rationally drao. it all omes doride. some gryffindors are allowed to hang around him a you, a malfoy, annot? you have as muh right to be around him now as they d that you e eah other and ould even be onsidered friends. mao spe of your life around him so what is making you ihem?
gryffindors may have their e whe for a slytherin it is a matter of pride.
harry had just finished all his homework for friday. of ourse, he ouldn’t really use any of his free time at this time of night, but it was still free time and that was a good thi…edgy somehow. tent that there was no more homework, but edgy all the same…almost as if there was something he should be o. a o anything right noas he feeling this tense?
&urned off and in the hange of noise harry’s mio drao.
the blohe bathroom silently, the look o oive. that, harry’s miriumphantly, is where those feelings ame from! but what would drao have to be nervous about?
“hey, drao?”
drao looked over at him from his side of the room.
“are you okay?”
“yes.”
& did me ahought.
“harry.”
“what?” harry looked over at drao. the blond wasn’t looking at him.
“you know this is a hogsmeade weekend right?”
“it is?” harry blira ron or hermio said anything about it.
“yes.”
silene prevailed for a few minutes before drao almly asked. “would you like to do somethiurday?”
harry blinked, surprised. where had that ome from? not that he was going to turn dowhat from drao.
“sure. where do you wa?”
“there are some private rooms at the three broomstiks. i’ll get ohem.”
“sou.”
harry eagerly dug i was a friday m, tomorrow was saturday, and that saturday was a hogsmeade day. add to that the…ation of drao’s proposition the day before, and he was in a rather good mood this friday m, even with upomiher gryffindood spirits as well. roedly at something (harry would have to ask him what was going on ter), and hermione ly ensoned in a new book about the psyhologial mi of wizards iury. harry had sheduled a da meeting for thursday, so the other da members were already looking forward to it. aover raspberry pie from st for breakfast, a ommon favourite of every house in hogwarts, so this was a deidedly good friday.
&he slytherihe great hall, drao was also feeling the friday spirit (even though raspberry pie was not his favourite form of pie), but he wasn’t gri as the gryffindors oher side of the room were. a smile—no smirk—did appear briefly oures when a familiar messenger bird dropped a letter to his pte. his ten in pin bk ink on the envelope in a sript he knew well. quikly, though nerly, he opeer.
his father’s note was short…something about telling his mother about the christmas holidays? drao quikly stood from the table a, duking into the &he hallway. he ell that hid the true letter disappeared as it sensed he was alone.
a neer lippi of the letter.
drao,
i thought you would have ertain i in this. fudge has deided to remove this artile and assoiated pitures from the prophet and will not allow it to be printed. you may want to share it with potter as well.
take are,
luius malfoy
drao’s eyes fell to the artile’s words.
attak on muggle london?
by rita skeeter
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