pale annoyed when she walked ihe deidedly slytherio see drao seated quite omfortably between d goyle. bise, who was already seated aross from them ughed at the look on her fae, ausing drao to look up. he shot her somethiween a smile and a smirk.
“maybe time, pansy dear.”
chapter 23: a deidedly good friday
“first day bak in shool after vaation but do you thieahers ould go a little easier on us?” ron looked forlorak of homework that he had piled in front of him on a table.
“you’ll find that if you atually get started on it, ron, the woes muh faster than you think it will.” hermioold him from where she was already w ohmany homework.
ro hermione’s pile of homeas about half the size of his beause she had already been w on it for an hour. i effort, roo harry, who alse homework pile in front of him.
“harry?”
harry was too absorbed in his potioister the questio’s see…r: radish, ragweed, ragberry, red-root, reed (iant), rose, rosemary, roket (erua sativa), rue, rush (as…
“harry!”
harry looked up. “what?”
“r to find a way out his homework.” hermioing ron an annoyed look.
harry grinned sheepishly. “sorry, roions essay due first thing tomorrow.”
“but you doions uernoon.”
“i know.”
i followed, hermione looked up from her alutions. “harry, are you sure malfoy won’t mind us being in here?”
harry shrugged. “it’s not like we’re sitting on his bed, hermione.”
ron didn’t hold bak the shudder that idea sent through him. “like we’d want to be.”
harry returhe index. he’d run out of r words. but “rinosa”, the i he osed to be doihe uses of, was o be fouhe rihe book exasperatedly.
“try lookihe ommo the sientifi name, harry.” drao told him as he ehrough the portrait. “it’s most likely listed uine.”
“thanks.” harry started going bak to the e’s.
“sure.” and drao disappeared into the bedroom.
ron shared a knowing look with hermiohe blohe room.
“you two seem to be…lose, harry.” roly over the words.
harry thought for a moment. “i guess you ould say that. we’re not really lose frie enemies any more.”
“i think that’s a good thing, harry” hermioold him.
ro betrayed. “what? why?”
“well, before this whole thing happened, if we were in the same room as he, malfoy wouldn’t ever have missed the ha something. but just ely ignored us. i don’t know about you, ron, but i’d rather be ighan be yelling insults at eah other.”
the look on ron’s fae learly i he’d rather be yelling insults, but he kept quiet. hermione did have a logial point, even if his family’s feud with the malfoys might state her was a lot less…troublesome…than onstantly fighting.
talking about his friendship with drao made harry remember the oion drao had started the hey ame bak. “hey, ron…” harry started. “what do the ryffindors think about me not stayiower anymore?”
&’s not a big thing anymore” ron said. “the first ouple of weeks neville and i had to over for you a bit.”
“you told neville?”
“ruth. i told him that it was a safety thing. he assumed it was about you- know-oops-voldemort. aold the other boys ihat it aing thing…you know, try not to ramp everyone in. i figured that they might believe it more if it ame from people other than just me.”
“no oied yohe tower,” hermione expined, “beause you still eat with us ahe same sses and still sit in the on room. it’s not like you’re not in gryffindor ahey would have —you just have different sleeping arras.”
drao seemed lost in th di night, p a thought that had ome into his head earlier that day. it was rather straer a week of having harry around almost onstantly, from sun up to su…well…missed having harry around. and there was a hogsmead day this weekend. addis together, his mih the stra idea during histi. now, drao was used te pes that one’s mind wandered during histi, but this was a different thing all together. why no to hogsmead with him? or at least, to meet him at hogsmead for a little while. maybe get a drihere were private rooms at the three broomstiks, so hat they were meetiher. and it wasn’t like he was asking harry ohing…or was he?
that roblem. beause if he washere was was just two people gettiher for a few butterbeers and ompany. but if he was, then that would meairely differehat drao wasn’t quite ready for. he would admit that harry wasn’t the bane of his existene anymore. he would admit that he ould enjoy harry’s ompany. hek, he ould even admit that he liked harry…but he was ually do anything about it.
and so that was the dilemma, washer say nothing and go about whatever else he would be doing this saturday. or, say somethih what it might briill had a few days to think about it.