Hehidasmirkbehindhisgobletashetookasip.TheyweremuhmoresubduedthanthesttimeHarry’s“lovelife”hadometothefrontpageofthepaper.Ofourse,thefatthathewasaboyprobablymadepeoplelesslikelytobelieveit.Itjustsoundedmorefar-fethedthanwhatSkeeterhadthrownatHarrybefore.Ofourse,thesttimeshe’dbeenattakingHarry,he’dbeenhelping.Buthewassurprisedthathehadn’treeivedanyHowlers…orangrylettersifnotHowlers.ItjustwenttoshowhowmuhpowertheMalfoynamereallyhad.
“Oi!Malfoy!”
DraoturnedslightlytolookattheseventhyearSlytherinthathadalledhisnamedowntheSlytherintable,interruptingCrabbe’sexpnationofhowthey’dhukedthefirstyear(stunnedandgrowingfingernailsinstrangepes)intoatikle-me-silly-rose-bush.Alloionstoppedashelokedgazeswiththeotherboy.
“Whenyou’redonewithPottertonight,whydon’tyouomedowntotheseventhyeardorms!”
ArossthehallattheGryffindortable,Harrystoodabruptly,lookingmurderous.Andiflooksouldkill,theseventhyearwouldhavediedpurelyfromthelookSnapesentathimfromthestafftable.
Draohowever,staredattheboyunblinking.Inaokysalute,theboyliftedhisgobletinatoasttoDrao.Draoblinked.Thegobletshattered,pumpkinjuieflyingeverywhere,thesharppieesoftheupattemptingtoembedthemselvesinthesoftfleshofhisfaeandnek.
“Idon’tthinkyououldkeepupwithme.”Drao’salmvoieseemedtoehodowntheSlytherintable,justloudenoughsothatthenow-bleedingboyouldhearthewords,butnottherestofthehall.
“Mr.Goldstien.”Snape’svoiepromisedmanyunpleasantthingsasheappearedattheSlytherin’selbow.“Weneedtodisussyourodeofbehavior.Inmyoffie.Now.Apparently,athreedaysuspensionwasnotenoughtourbyourrulebreakingstreak.”SnapelookeddownthetableattheotherSlytherins,hiseyesstoppingateveryonethathadjustreturnedthatdayfromthesuspension.“DoesanyoneshareMr.Goldstien’sses?I’msurehewouldbehappytohaveyourompany.”
“Idon’tthinkI’veeverseenSnapetalktoSlytherinsthatway!”Ronwhistledinappreiation.“Imean,he’sstillagreasygit,butthatwasreallysomething!”
HermionehidasmilebehindherbookatRonadmiringSnape.Harrythough,lookedasifhealmostdidn’thearRon,staringintothefirepethatlittheGryffindoronRoom.Hermionefrownedasshelookedathissulleneyeswhihflikeredinthefirelight.
“Harry?”Helookedupasifhehadnothingbettertodoatthatmomentotherthanstareintothefmes.“Areyoufeelingalright?”
“He’sjustasshokedasIamthatSnapestartedbeatingonSlytherins!”RonbrokeinheerfullyandHarrynoddedtohisfriend’sstatement,afalsesmileonhislips.
“Areyouthinkingaboutthefuneral?”Hermionesawthroughhissmileinstantly.
“No.I’mnot.”Andhewasn’t.
“IfIwerehim,I’dbethinkingaboutthetrial,“Mione,”RoniedbeforeHermioneouldontinuequestioningHarry.
“Whatdoyoumean?Malfoy’sdadlefteverythingtohim,soallhehastodoisprovethatandhegetshisiane,”Hermionepointedoutlogially.
“TheonlyoneIanthinkofwhoouldbringMalfoy’sianeintoquestionishismother.Thatwon’tworkagainsthisownmother,Hermione.Andshe’sgotMalfoy’sageonherside,too.”Heleanedineagerlyashea
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