“sribbling on a piee of parhment.”
hermione gave him a look that showed she was not amused. red ao his breakfast. “just tell me what you ome up with so i aime.”
harry ma bise off in the hallway before the medusa portrait.
& of my otter.”
“i don’t think i will.”
“i’m o deal with yht now.”
“i don’t think drao’s io deal with yht now.”
&ook look, like a at eyeing a anary. “well, well, it seems as if rumors are true for o you think it’s stra y drao’s first name so asually? i don’t reall you doing so in previous years.”
harry refused to be baited. “i really do you reall or not. i think you must have a ss to get to, zabini. why don’t you go there?”
bise’s eyes ook a step loser to harry. harry didn’t move.
& oo say to you, potter. i’ve known drao sine i was four. you an’t say the same. i’m wathing you potter, and you’d better not hurt him. “cause if you do, i’ll string you up before the dark lord faster than you ould draw your wand.”
“strange, ahought it was only drao you’d betray tuess i was wrong.”
&wisted in fury and his mouth opeo be ut off by a alm and iy voie.
“i think you should leave now, bise.”
drao stood off to one side as if he’d been wathing the sene unfold before him. bise’s mouth s with an audible lik. he red at harry, and the orridor.
“you didhat. i ould have taken are of him,” drao said softly as bise rounded a orner and disappeared from sight.
“i’m a gryffindor remember?” harry grinned lopsidedly at the blond. “i ds like try to protet those i are about.”
drao swirled his pumpkin juie in his right haed for d goyle to fiive of how they’d beate year hufflepuff that afternoon, noddiheir diretion to shoayiion. his eyes sahe room, meetiious looks that were sent his way. bise’s omment to harry had beeer all. talk had been spreading. why would it not, after all?
he hid a smirk behind his goblet as he took a sip. they were muh more subdued thaime harry’s “love life” had ome te of the paper. of ourse, the fat that he robably made people less likely to believe it. it just souhed thaer had thrown at harry before. of ourse, the st time she’d been attaking harry, he’d been helping. but he rised that he hadn’t reeived any hry letters if just went to shoer the malfoy name really had.
“oi! malfoy!”
drahtly to look at the seveherin that had alled his he slytherierruptiion of how they’d huked the first year (stunned and growing fingernails io a tikle-me-silly-rose-bush. all oion stopped as he loked gazes with the other boy.
“wheh pht, why don’t you ome dowh year dorms!”
aross the hall at the gryffindor table, harry stood abruptly, looking murderous. and if looks ould kill, the seventh year urely from the look s him from the staff table.
drao however, stared at the boy unblinking. in a oky salute, the boy lifted his goblet in a toast to drao. drao bli shattered, pumpkin juie flying everywhere, the sharp piees of the up attemptihemselves i flesh of his fae and nek.
“i don’t think you ould keep up with me.” drao’s alm voie seemed to eho dowheri loud enough so that the now-bleeding boy ould hear the words, but he hall.
“mr. goldstien.” snape’s voie promised mahings as he appeared at the slytherin’s elbow. “we o disuss your ode of behavior. in my offie. noarently, a three day suspension was o urb your rule breaking streak.” she table at the other slytherioppihat had just retur day from the suspension. “does anyoldstien’s ses? i’m sure he would be happy to have your ompany.”
“i don’t think i’ve ever seeo slytherins that way!” ron whistled iion. “i meaill a greasy git, but that was really something!”
hermione hid a smile behi r shough, looked as if he almost didn’t hear r ihat lit the gryffindor on room. hermione frowned as she looked at his sullen eyes whih flikered i.
“harry?” he looked up as if he had o do at that momeare into the fmes. “are you feeling alright?”
& as shoked as i am that sed beating on slytherins!” ron broke in heerfully and harry o his frie, a false smile on his lips.
&hinking about the funeral?” hermiohrough his smile instantly.
“no. i’m not.” a.
“if i were him, i’d be thinking about the trial, “mione,” ron ied before hermioiioning harry.
“what do you mean? malfoy’s dad left everything to him, so all he has to do is prove that as his iane,” hermio logially.
“the ohink of wh malfoy’s iao question is his mother. that wainst his own mother, hermione. a malfoy’s age ooo.” he leaned in eagerly as he a