draohadkepthisgazeoolytrainedonthepairofgreeneyesstaringbakathiminthelobby.potterhadremovedhisharmeddisguise,anddraofeltatwingeofreliefatthesightofhim,ifonlybeauseeversworn’sbloatedfaehadnobusinessharbthoseeyes.whenthedoorstotheliftfinallylosedandbrokethetranehe’dbeenin,heshookhimselfandanswered,“thetwoaren’tmutuallyexlusive,pans.iamdraomalfoy,formerdeatheater,andiworkforthedepartmentofmysteries.”

“iknowyouan’ttellmeanything,”pansysighed.“butmaybeyouanexpinwhyadisguisedpotterwasbeingquestionedinretiontobertrie’sdisappearane?”draoturnedtoherthen,thesoothingreliefofherfiereandinquisitivemindaonsotion,andhefelthisfeaturessofteninaffinityforher.shequirkedaneyebrowandadded,“andmaybewhyyououldn’ttakeyoureyesoffeahotherjustnow?”

“irrelevant,”draorolledhiseyes.theliftdoorsopenedandusheredthemout.

pansyfollowedhimtohisroomandwathedhimusethespellkeyfollowedbyaseriesofpreisewandmovementstoopenhisdoor.hegnedather,butshemaintainedherunimpressedgetonwithitlook,pushingpasthimintotheroomassoonasthelokswereundone.

“howdoyouknowthisismalfoy’sroom?”hermioneasked.

harry’sjawlenhed.“ijustknow,okay.”theseneofhimself,oddlydressedandirritated,fshedarosshismemory.

hermionesighed.“youhaven’tbeenfollowinghimagain?”

“ihaveabsolutelynotbeenfollowinghim,”harrybristled.“ifanything,he’sbeenfollowingme.”

“malfoybrokeintohisft,”ronoffered.andatthat,hermioneworealookofmildonfusion.

harryreahedforthedoor.theantiipationprikledfromhisnekdownhisspine,andhemildlywonderedwhy.hesomehowknewmalfoyandparkinsonwereontheotherside,andwiththem,anynumberofluesandanswers.ashehesitated,theo

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