“It’sjustdrinks,Drao,”Bisesaid.

“What’sthebigdeal?We’rehavingdrinksrightnow,”Draopointedout.

“Teadoesn’tount,”Pansysaid,shakingherhead.“Anditdefinitelydoesn’tountifyoudon’tleavethehouse.”

“eon,it’llbefun,”Bisegrinned.

“Idoubtthat.”Draoleanedbakinhishairandrossedhisarmsinfrontofhishest.

“B,”Pansysaidinasing-songvoie,pursingherlipsasshetookasipoftea.

“Drao,”Bisebegan,makingDraogroan.“Justomeforonedrink.Ifyoudon’tlikeit—”

“Lethimbe,Bise,”Pansyied.“It’snouseifhedoesn’twantto.”

BisesowledatPansy,muttering“Traitor”underhisbreath.

“Finally,”Draosaidwithasmirk.

“Holy,you’dprobablybeunomfortablethereanyway,”Pansysaidinaboredtone.

“Why?”

“We’remeetingFinniganandThomas,”shesaid,ompletelynonhant.“Andtheysaidsomethingaboutafewotherpeoplethey’dinvite,too.”

“You’remeetingFinniganandThomas?Fordrinks?”Draoasked,inredulously.“But…why?”

“Surprisingly,they’reprettyfuntobearound,”Biseshrugged.

“But…sinewhenareyouhangingoutwiththem?”

“Wedon’t.WeranintoeahotheronNewYear’sandthoughtitmightbefuntodoitagain.”

Draolookedathisfriendsinbewilderment.WhatthefukhadhappenedwhilehehadbeeninFrane?Hehadbeengoneforaweek,aweek,andnowhisfriendswereinliaisonwithtwoformerGryffindors?

“Whoelseisoming?”Draoaskedsuspiiously.

“I’mnotsure,”Pansysaid.“ButI’mguessingthey’llbringsomeoftheirmates.”

Someoftheirmates.DidthatinludePotter?DraohadnoideaifhewasstilllosewithFinniganandThomas.Allthemorereasonnottogo,hedeided.ThestthingheneededrightnowwasseeingPotterinhisnaturalhabitat;rexed,amongsthisfriends,makingjokes,ughing…

“Issomethingwrong?”Biseasked,andDraorealisedhe’dbeenfrowning.Heshookhisheadandontinuedpikingathisroissant.Heshouldn’tgo.Hereallyshouldn’t.But…whatifBiseflirtedwithPotteragain?WhatifPottergotsosloshed,he’dsuddenlybereeptivetoBise’swooing?Draoouldjustpitureit;thetwoofthemsittingsolosetheirthighsweretouhing,Bise’shandonPotter’skneeunderthetable,BisewhisperingsomethinginPotter’sear,makinghimhukle,Biseleaninginattheendofthenight,whentheywereoutside,sayinggoodnight…

“Onedrink,”Draosnapped.“Justonedrink.”

BiseandPansyexhangedalook,theirexpressionsturningirritatinglysmug.

“Toldya,”Pansysaid,winkingatBise,whostartedsniggeringintohistea.

IttookaseondforDraotorealisewhathadjusthappened.

“Ihateyouboth,”hegrowled,stuffingtherestoftheroissantintohismouth,igntheirughter.

Theyhadtotallypyedhim.

Saturday,4January2003

“Andthenthegoatjustranaway!”

DraosowledassomeofBise’sfirewhiskeyndedonhistrousers.Hedidn’tseemtonotieashewasseizedwithmadughter,sppinghisknee.Everyonewasughing,Draonotied.HehadnoideawhatThomas’storyhadbeenabout,hehadn’tlistenedtoaword.Instead,hiseyeshadbeengluedtothedoor.ItwasaftertenandPotterstillhadn’tshownup.Washeevenoming?Draodidn’twanttoask,butfeltamixtureofantiipation,disappoiandfury.GrangerandWeasleywerehere,sowherethefukwasPotter?

“Areyounotsatisfiedwithyourwine?”

Draojerkedandturnedtohisleft,blinkingatLuna.

“Um,no,it’sfine.Why?”

“Beauseyoukeepsowlingatit,”shesaidwithasmile.Draomadeanon-ommittalsoundinthebakofhisthroatandtookaswig.

“IguessI’vehadbetter,”hesaid.

“Youwanttotrythis?”Sheheldupherdeeppurpledrink,whihwassteaming.Abunhoffruithadbeenpedontherim,almostonealingtheolourfulstraw.

“No,thanks,”Draosaid,makingafae.

“Youmightlikeit,”shesmiled.“You’llneverknowifyoudon’ttry.”

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