Nowthingsweren’tomputingforDrao.“Wait,Pottersavedme?”
“Apparentlyso,althoughthewhyofthematterstilleludesme.”
“Hedoesn’tloveme.”
“You’resosureofthat?”
“Hehatesme.”
Luiuslookedathissonpointedly.Healreadyknewthat.
“Onenightisn’tgoingtohangeyears’worthoffeelings.”
“Maybe.”CameLuius’sresponse,buttheolderMalfoywasthinking.SomethinginwhatDraohadsaidhadtriggeredamemoryofaoionhe’dhadwiththeDarkLordamonthorsobeforethe“DepartmentofMysteries”i.Somethingaboutimpulses…butheouldn’trememberwhythatwasimportantatthismomentintimesohereturnedtoDrao,pushingthememorybakintothereessesofhismindtoponderoverter.
“You’llhavetoseehimtoday.”
“Wehavessestogether.”
“Notforsses,Drao.You’llneedtoworkthingsoutwithhimtoday.He’shadlongenoughtomullitoveranyway;youmightaswelltalkaboutyoursituation.”
“Whatsituation?Andwhyhashehadtimeto‘mullitover’?”
Luius’seyebrowrose.“Drao,exatlyhowmuhofthatbookdidyouskimover?”
Draoatleasthadthemodestytolookbashful.“Everythingafter—”
“AfteryoufoundoutabouttheAspetusandwhatitmeant.”Luiusfinishedwithanairofdisappoi.“Youfiguredyouwouldneverhaveamateandthereforeitwouldn’tapplytoyou.”
“YesFather.”
“Well,Drao,thenyouhadbetteraskGrangerforthatbookbakbeauseasofthreedaysago,whenyouwereontheroadtosuiide,yougainedamateandnowyoumustataly.”