“TheGryffindorksappearthesamewaythough,”Draosmirked.“ButIthinkyouhaveanotherategorytoadd:thosethatthinkit’sthebestideaeverandtheutestthingintheuniverse.”HarrygroanedasDraohangedhisvoietomimithegirlsthey’djustleftasbestheould.
IfdinnerwasanyindiationofthetemperamentofHogwartsstudents,Harrywasexeedinglygdthathe’dskippedlunh.Hebarelyhadahanetoeat.
“WhatwereyouthinkingHarry?”
“It’sMalfoyHarry!”
“Someonequik!ChekforaDarkspell!Hean’tbeatingofhisownmind.”
“Butit’ssoadorable!”
“Areyourazy!It’shorrible!You’renotatuallygoingthroughwithit,rightHarry?”
“Harry?You’renotreallygettingmarried,areyou?”
Anditwasaboutatthismomentthattheysawhisring.Again,thereationswerevaried,butforeful.Harry’sarmwasdraggedtowardseveryonethatouldreahsothattheyouldgetabetterlookatitanddisernthatitwas,infat,anering.
OverontheSlytherinsideHarryouldseethatDraowasfaringonlyslightlybetter.TheSlytherinstudentsseemedtobequieterwiththeirinquisitivestatements,butmoreviious.
Therewasasuddentterandsmashoffoodandutleryfallingtothefloor,aswellasthesoftwhimperingofsomeonewho’dbeenhitbeforeSnape’svoieroaredout:
“Mr.Zabini,youwillnotatinsuhamannertowardsyourfellowstudents!”
HarrypeeredoverRon’sheadtoseeBisestandingoveraseventhyearSlytherin,hisfiststillurledfromthepunhthatbrokethestudent’sjaw.Drao,sittingtowhereBisewasstanding,lookednonplussedabouttheentiresituation,buthiseyesshowedaslightirritationtowardsthestudentsprawledonthefloor.
“He’snotgoingtogetintroubleforthat,”Ronmuttered.“YouantellSnape’sjustmakingashowofit.He’snotreallyangryatall.”
Harryolpsed,booksandall,ontothebed,ompletelyexhausted.
“Goingtoleavemeanyroom,Harry?”
Harry’sreplywassomethingbetweena“mufgh”anda“gfruf”beforeheliftedhisheadpartwayoffthemattress.“Notatall.Wakemeforexams.”
“Idoubtevenyououldsleepforalmostthreemonths.”
Amuffled,“Iantry,”washisanswer.
Draorolledhiseyes,shiftingHarry’sbooksoffthebedandontothefloorwheretheyndedinaheap.ThenheshiftedHarry’slegsfromwheretheyhadbeenglingoffthebedtoamorerestfulposition.Harrymurmuredhisthanks.