“that’snotwhy!”draoyelled,suddenly,startlingevenhimself.itwastheloudesthehadbeeninyears.hedidn’tknowhewasapableofsuhanoisestill.

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“ihavebeen!”

“don’tbesoontrariwise,”shehastised.

“mr.malfoy.thereisnowhereformetosendyou.apartfromyourparents,iamtheonlyhatknowsthetruth.youknowian’tsendyouoffofthegrounds.you’llsurelybefoundout.asformr.potter,thepoorboywaswitheringawayandihadalbusdumbledore’sportraitinmyeartellingmethatian’tletaboywithsuhpotentialwasteit.idon’tarehowmuhyoudislikehim,orwhateverfeelingsofanimosityyoumaystillharbor,iwon’tturnhimawaysimplybeauseyoudon’twanthi—”

“well,intime,itwillgetbetter,”sheassuredhim.“onehestartsteahing.”

“hewon’tletme!”draoompined.

harrystood,frozen,waitingtohearthedoorwayopenagain,butitdidnotome.hewaitedtenminutes,thentwenty,andstillshedidnotexit.thatsettleditforhim.

“ian’tstandtoseehimlikethis,”draoadmitted,quietly.

“ifoundhim,thefirstnight,standingoutsidetheslytherindungeons.

whatevershewashidinginthere,hewasgoingtofindout.tonight.theanimagusouldwait.

“sepultura”afamiliarfemalevoiesaidfirmly.heheardthelikingofbriksandturnedtoseethetailendofgreenrobesdisappearingintotheslytherindoorway.

“thendisillusionyourself,malfoy!heanhardlypesteryouifhedoesn’tknowyou’rethere!”

feltthatwhoeverwasominghadjustaslittlebusinessbeingthereashedid.

“idon’tknowthatitwill.”

mgonagall.

“ithinkitwouldbebetterif—”

“thenidon’tuandtheproblem!”

mgonagallstilled.“thenwhy,mr.malfoy?”sheaskedstiffly.

“idon’tseewhat’ssohardaboutstayingawayfromhim,”mgonagallstartedagain,paingarosstheoldslytherinommonroom.