“letmeseethat,”malfoywhisperedinhisear,andharrypratiallyjumped.hehadn’tnotiedhimomeupbehindhim.hehandedmalfoythepaperandwathedthegreyeyesfousononeofthefrontpagestories.gariussantinamedrunner-upinthemisswizardingworldpageant—breaksreordforoldestoantandfirstevermalerunner-up.harryreognizedthemiddle-agedmanpituredinanalluringposeinafushiaballgown.“that’sthetopmostunspeakable!”

malfoyshothimagre.“whenyourammedintome,yousentusintothefuture,potter.”

“oh,”wasallharryouldthinktosayinresponse.thenhelookedbakatthephoto.“howisthatyourfirstreationtosantipingseondinabeautyompetition?”malfoyshovedthepaperintoharry’shestandstalkedoutofthehotelmutteringsomethingabout“bloodynarissus”.

sighing,harrywentafterhim.whenheaughtup,malfoywastuningthetimepiee,adjustingseveralsetsofarrowsondifferentdialsonthefaeofit.hislipswereparted,asifbaitedandwaitingfortheulminationofsomethingimperative.“grabaholdofme,potter.”

“what?”harryburst.

sttimeyouhadbarrelledintome,”malfoysmirked.“i’msureifyoutreatitlikeaside-along,it’llworkjustfine.”

harrysteppedupandgraspedmalfoy’supperarm,theslighttouhwarmandeletri.

“where—whenarewegoing?”harrystammered,stilltakenabakbythetingleinhishand.

malfoy’ssmirkdeepenedandhiseyesrinkled.“bak,”hesaid.

“bakwhenexatly?”harrysaid.malfoywinked,andthenharrywasoverwhelmedbythefamiliarfeelingoffallingwithhisfeetpntedfirmlyontheground.

therewasonlysomuhone-sidedoionthatoneouldhavewithagoddaughterwhosesoulwastrappedinakneazle’sbody.pansyhadwaitedalmosttwentyminutesfordraoandpottertoomeuptotheroom.she’dspenthalfofthattimehangingintosomethin

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