“don’tstartwiththealbum.fetthealbum.ishouldburnthealbum,”draohuffed.“it’sthereasoni’mhereinthefirstpe,pyingsometwistedgameofhousewherei’mthepetdog.”

“reading,”draorepliedshortly.

“aknowledgetheelephantintheroom,”harrysaid.

“readingwouldbemorefunthangoingtosswithme?thinkaboutit.youomewithmetothedefensessroom.we’llkeepsomethingforyoutolieonupbymydesk.youkeepaneyeonthestudents,andwhentheydosomethingstupid,weantalkaboutittogetherinsteadofmehavingtodothefunnythingsjustiewhenitellyouaboutmyday,”harryanswered.

“whihis?”draotensed.

“andyou’reiing?”

harrysmiledathim,thoughitappearedfored.

“forone,i’dbethere,”harrysaid.

“soi’llbesomeglorifiedversionofmrs.norris.whosaysiwanttohearaboutyourday,potter?”draosneered,tryingtohidethefatthatthatdid,infat,soundpleasant.nothingbredommunityquitelikegossip,anddraohadalwayslovedagoodbitofgossiphimself.

“thealbu—”

“unfortunatelyforyou,iwon’tbefettingthesrapbook.didn’tgetobliviated,yousee.tellme,whatdoyouhavetodoherethatismoreiing?”

“ijustvowedtoprotetyouwithmylifefortherestofmyexis

hoes,”draohastised,tappingharry’stoeashewalkedpassedtohimsettleintheoppositehair,sittinguprightlikeaivilizedhumanbeing.

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“whatdoihavetodotogetyoutodropthealbum?”draoasked,snappedoutofthepleasantmusingsbroughtonbythethoughtofspendingtimearoundpeopleandbakintoreality.

harryrolledhiseyesandkikedoffhisshoes,whihbouninghaphazardlyarossthefloor.

“youseemtothinkso,basedonthosealbumsyou’ve—”

“whosaysthatwouldbemoreiing?whosaysidon’thaveplentytodohere?”draoasked,leaningforwardandrestinghiselbowsonhisknees.