Harrygroanedasherememberedtheasadeofwaterthathadbeenusedtodraghimfromhisbedstweek.
“—andyouneverknow,maybeSnapewillwanttoanelsstodaytoo.”
Nothing.
“Sorry,mateyouaskedforit.”
AndHarryyelpedasoldwaterfloodeddownontopofhim.
Draoalsowashavingahardtimegettinghisownselfdowntobreakfast.Hiswasnotasleepproblem,nohehadgottenupashealwaysdid,andhadgonethroughhisnormalmroutine…hiswasadifferentsortofproblem.Adreadkindofproblem.HehadawokentohisseondAspetus,whihhadremindedhimthatthiswouldbeahorribleday.AllnighthewassurethattherumormillofHogwartshadbeenhurning,andnowatbreakfastthefigossipHogwartsouldofferwouldbehandedtohimonasilverptter.Well,notliterally,butloseenough.Draoeainedthethoughtofjustnotgoingtobreakfastandappearinginhisgodfather’sssforPotions,theonepewhereheknewheouldfindsomeamountofsympathythism.ButhewasaMalfoy,andMalfoysdidnotarewhatpeoplethoughtofthem…sometimeshewishedheouldhangesomeoftheserules.
“Drao,getup.Youwillnotbete,”hisfather’svoiesoundedontheothersideofthepaintingthatwasthedoor.
“ingfather,”Draomurmured,androssedhisroomtothedoor.Openingit,hefoundhisfatherwaitingforhimasperthenormalmroutine…andforthefirsttimeDraosawhisfather’saura.
Luiussawhissonblinkinsurpriseandsmirked.“Notwhatoneexpetsisit?”
FatherandsonbeganwalkingtowardstheentranetotheForbiddenForestastheydideverym.
“Notreally…it’sred.”
“Imaginemyhagrin,wakinguptofindit’snotjustanyred,Drao.It’sGryffindorred.”
“Ouh.”
Luiusnodded.“Butit’sevenmoreurioustoseehowloselyGryffindorredresemblesbloodred.”
Draofrowned,thinking.Heblinkedinsurprisewhenherealizedhisfatherwasright.TheoloroftheLionswaslosetoabloodyred.Strange.
“It’snotasbadassome,”Luiusommented.“I’dratherhaveredthan…wellyourgodfather’sforinstane…ortheDarkLord’s.”
“Why?”