hermione wined and roo look sympatheti f time rival.
“what about you and malfoy?” hermioer a minute. “why aren’t you two in trouble?”
“i don’t know. dumbledore didn’t say.” harry shrugged. “but if i had to guess, i would say that he didn’t want to draw attention to it.”
“hmm?” rohe midst his pumpkin juie.
“oh i get it!” hermione eximed bef in a muh quieter tone. “as long as he keeps you and drao out of it, then nothing about voldemort is exposed to the shool.”
“kinda like he did when malfoy’s…dad showed up in hogwarts?” ron asked.
&ly.”
there was a rustle of wings throughout the great hall as the mail began to arrive. harry’s eyes sowards drao, but the blonde looked…well, he looked like he did normally, yet he was muh too tense for him to be ating truly normal. also, his lothes made aense of “normality” disappear faster than an invisibility spell.
drao wore what hermione had informed him as traditional m lothing in the wizarding world. underh his outer shool robes, he w of the olors found on the malfoy family rest, olors that represehe malfoy family. g of those olors would only be worn on three oasions, hermione said: when there was a birth, when there was a wedding, ahere was a death. the oasion eified by the armbands worn on the uffs of the robes blue or rose for a birth (depending ohe baby), white for a wedding, and a dark blood red for a death. drao’s uffs were so dark red that it was hard to tell where the bk of his robes ehe red began, and looked so bloody that it seemed as though he had dipped his robes in his own blood.
drao had goo so get permissiohe shool uniform in suh a e had let him without hesitation.
“harry…you should look at this,” ron said iold harry something was wrong.
harry looked at the paper in ron’s hand and groaned. “i guess they made the death publi?”
“not just that harry,” hermioold him, looking over from where she sat perusi’s paper. “look at the first and seond pages.”
wining harry took the paper ahe headli page.
luius malfoy fouh dark mark bzing over malfoy manor
hoping that the & also have to do with luius malfoy’s death, harry opehe paper. whehe title, he sudde did have to do with luius malfoy’s death.
& love affair revealed: drao malfoy and harry potter
“oh no.”
“oh yes.” hermione looked livid. “whe my hands on her, i’ll squash her like the bug she is!”
harry’s eyes fell to the he writer of the seond artile aially hissed at the a skeeter.
ron took the paper from harry’s shaking hao read the seond artile for himself, riwo minutes. “you want to know the damage, mate?”
“why not? i’ll learer,” harry grumbled into his drink.
“well, from the way she says it, you two might as well have been soul mates from birth. it talks about malfoy beihough it doesn’t say muh other than a ‘ousin of the well-k also says that you two have been sharing rooms sihe beginning of this year, whih is true, but theo desribe your retioail of whih is utterly false and makes me sik.”
& sound bad so far,” harry muttered.
“oh it gets better, harry,” hermiohe artile. “it talks about how malfoy has no hoie in his soul mate and says, and i quote: ‘in suh a time of grief as drao malfoy is gh over the loss of his father, luius malfoy, he will beome more depe o believe she atually uses that term!—‘and will be vulo aio get from harry potter’.” hermioed in disgust.
“it makes it sound like he’s your—”
“don’t say it ron,” harry seethed.
harry was so absorbed in hating rita skeeter that he didn’t ne barn owl drop a letter onto drao’s p. he did he suddehe slytherin table as drao stood and abruptly left the room, their eyes meeting for a moment as he did so.
harry o his friends ahe blohe room.
drao stalked down towards the dungeons, pausing only to snarl the password at medusa bef into their rooms. harry followed him silently, ig’s talk about how the poor boy was still distressed from whatever harry had doer fix it.
“did you see the prophet?” harry asked as drao began paing the room.
“why would i? i k was goihere,” drao muttered.
“e or the seond page?” harry queried, leaning agai door.
“the seond page?” drao asked.
&he page with the artile about your a love affair.”
all olor drained from drao’s fae. “y.”
&ire wizarding world knows you’re a veriae hat we’re roomiher. i don’t know if they’ll believe that we’re sleepi, but that’s there too. oh, ahe impliation that i might be using you for my own selfish gaihere as well.”
“bloody hell,” drao snarled, as he dropped aer on the ouh. “ins this then.”
“what is it?” harry asked.