“Yes,althoughitmightbeagoodideaforyoutoallhimDrao,justfortoday.”
“What?Why?”
HermionehandedtheboyovertoRonandsteeredHarrytowardsthefloo.“Harry,Iwantyoutothinkaboutoneveryimportantthing:thism,whenyouwokeupwithDrao,whenhekissedyou,andwiththeer,thenakedness?”
Soshehadheardthepartaboutthenakedness.
“Yes,”Harrysaidslowly.
“Didyoulikeit?”
Harryspluttered,andHermioneusedthemomenttothrowahandfuloffloopowderintothefirepe.“HarryandDrao’shouse,”shesaidintothefmes.“Justthinkaboutit,okay?”ShepushedHarryintothefire,andashespunaway,heheardherallout,“Andtrynottoattoosuspiious!”
Harryskiddedoutoftheflooandintoabright,airy,ompletelyunfamiliarroom.Hebrushedthesootfromhistshirtandjeansashelookedaround,hispulsejumpingashetookinwhatluestheroomhadtoofferhim.Therewasargewoodentoyboxinfrontofthehugewindows,thelidpulledhalfoffandtoysspillingoutontothefloor;abigyellowtruksattoit,abarbiedollbehindthewheelandaMyLittlePonyinthebak;whatlookedlikehalfawith’sostumestrethedoverthestomahofargeteddybear;arokinghorsethathadhadoneofitswhitepathesolouredinavarietyofshades.Apurpleandbluepygmypuffrolledaroundinaageontheoppositesideoftheroom,lettingouttheoasionalhirpasitsmakedintothebarsandreversedourse.Adarkgreenleatherhighbakhairsatinoneorner,faingoutintotheroomandwithineasyreahofthebookasessittingtoeithersideofit.Abigsreentellydominatedonewall,oppositeaomfylookingstripedsofa,satteredwithmismathedushionsandbs.Atinybkshoesatinnououslyononeoftheushions.
Andeverywhere,everywhere,therewerepitures.
EverywhereHarrylooked,photographiversionsofhimselfandmanyotherswavedbakathim.He,RonandHermionesittingonabenhwithsarvesedaroundtheirnekssmiledathimfromontopofthedresser;MollyandArthurgrinningdownatasmallbundleintheirarmsonthemantelpiee;aphotographofwhatseemedtohavebeenGinny’sweddingtoDean;Hermioneinherweddingdress,soldingRonforhavinghismouthfullofake—Harryrememberedthatone,he’dtakenitjustoveraweekagoattheirwedding.
AndinterspersedbetweenallofthesewerepituresofHarryandMalfoy.MalfoypullingafaewhileHarrykissedhimmessilyontheheek;MalfoywithhisarmsedaroundHarry’swaist,hishinrestingonHarry’sshoulder;MalfoysittingtoHarryonasofathatwasobviouslyintheBurrow;Malfoypyingwithalittlegirlwithlongdarkhairandwidegreyeyes;Malfoystandingtoahospitalbed,staringdownatthesmallbabyHarrywasholdinginhisarms.
Andthenhiseyeslightedonasmallbkframeonthebookshelves,holdingapitureofashylookingHarrywithhishandsaressinghisstomahlovingly.Hisveryround,bigstomah.
Harry’shandsflewtohisownstomah,liftinguphistshirtandrunningoverhistautmusles.Whatthehell?Hehadn’tevenknownthatwizardsoulddothat…Okayno,hedidknow,beauseCharlieWeasleyandhishusbandEvanhadbeentalkingaboutoneofthemgettingpregnantreently,it’sjust…he’dneverseenit,andnowherehewas,staringatevidenethathe’ddoneithimself.