hermionerushedovertothem,argebookluthedinherarms.“ohthankgodyoutwoarehere.i’vejustrunintoaggenand—”

“ifyoudon’tknowwhereitis,thenwhodoes?”

“blimey,hermione,whatareyoudoinghere?”

itouselevenandwhatitmeantthatoneofthemwouldbeoming.“doyouknowwhereitis?wherezivantuskeptit?”

“hermione?”roneximed.harrylookedatronandfollowedhisgazetotheentraneofthehotellounge.harry’smouthdropped.

“what?”harryfrowned.“hedoesn’tknowi’mme?”

harryfeltabitoddwalkinginthroughthemainentraneoftheashtylhotshimself.heandronhadapparatedthereanddeidedtotryandpokearoundundertheguiseofaurorsinthepenthouseiigation.harrywasn’tsureiftheywerelookingforluestothemurderortobertrie’ssituation,orsomewaytoothetwotogetheroely.hejusthadthefeelinghewouldknowitwhentheysawit.andthatdraomalfoywassomehowverymuhapartofit.

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malfoyshrugged.“i’mjustalowlyjuniorunspeakableafflitedwithanagreianurse.”hesmirked.“whatdoiknow?”

malfoystudiedhimandreplied,“no.ofoursenot.doyouthinkhewouldtrustsomeonelikemewiththatinformation?”

hermionewoveherarmwithron’sandhuddledtogetherwiththem.“what

afshofptinumblondhairstoleharry’sattention,andheranedhisnekaroundtoseedraomalfoyandpansyparkinsonleavingtheloungeandheadingforthelift.harrylurhedforward,aninvoluntarypulltoonfronttheblond,butronpulledhimbak.“hedoesn’tknowit’syou,mate,”ronsaid.

“welli—”shelookedbakandforthbetweenthemwithhermouthopen.

“youwerearhieeversworn,”ronreminded.

“you’rehereforwork?”ronoffered.

“iam,yes,”shenodded,thoughharrythoughtsomethingaboutherseemedoff.hermionegesturedaroundwithoneofherhands.“i’mhereforwork.”