“No.”

BeforeDraoouldreat,Pansysnathedtheletterfromhimandrantotheothersideoftheroom,tearingitopen.

“Pansy!”

“Drao,”shebeganreading,“I’mverysorryaboutwhathappenedbetweenus.It’snotwhatyouthink.”Shepaused,takingasipofhampagne.“Whatdidhappenbetweenyoutwo?”

Draojustshookhishead,hopingPotterhadn’tgoneintotoomuhdetailinhisletter.

“You’renofun,”Pansymutteredbeforesheontinuedreading.“Ihopeyou’llletmeexpin.Untilthen,happybirthday.”Sherolledhereyes.“ThatisthemostbletterI’veeverseen.Oh,wait,what’sthis?Ohmy!”

“What?What?”Draojumpedupandhurriedovertoher.

“That’srathergenerous,evenforsomeoneasloadedashim,”Pansysaid,eventhoughshedidn’tsoundveryimpressed.

WhenDraosawwhatPansywasholding,hismouthwentdry.Itwasaheque.Fortheshool.

“Ohreally?”Draogrowledthroughgrittedteeth.“Thatbastard!”

“Merlin,Drao,whatdidPotterdotoyou?”

Withoutanswering,Draograbbedthehequeandtheletterandstompedovertothefirepe.Withfartoomuhfloopowderinhand,heyelled,“HarryPotter’sft!”

IfDraohadn’tknownanybetter,hewouldhavesaidPotterhadbeenwaitingforhim.HejumpedoffthesofabeforeDraoevensteppedintohislivingroom.Hisexpressionwashopeful,yethesitant.

“Drao—”

“Youthinkyouanbuyme?”Draoshouted.“Youthinkyouanjustshoveyourmoneyatmeandallwillbefivenandfotten?I’mnotsomedirtywhore!”

“Drao,that’snotwhatI—”

“Shutup,Potter,Idon’twanttohearit!Thisisit!Findsomebodyelsetosrewaroundwith!”

“Forfuk’ssake,Drao,willyoujustlistentome?WhathappenedthatnighthasnothingtodowithyouoryourbloodyDarkMark.”

“Yououldn’tgetoutoftheManorfastenough!”

“Youwentompletelyballistionme!Youwouldn’thavelistenedtoawordIsaid!You’renotlisteningnow!”

“Beauseit’sallbolloks!”

“Drao,I’mtellingyou,thishasnothing—”

“What,then?”

Potterhesitated,fumblingwiththehemofhisjumper.“It’snotthateasyformetosay,”hemumbled.

“Beauseit’snotreal.”

“What?”

“You’rejusttryingtomakesomethingup,soI’llsleepwithyou.”

Potter’seyeswidened,hisfaetwistinginhorror.“YoureallythinkI’dbeapableofthat?”

“Idon’tknowwhattothinkanymore,”Draoyelled.“Ian’ttrustyou!”

“Youknowwhat,ifyoureallythinkI’mthatkindofperson,Ian’ttrustyoueither.”

“Great,it’sfinallysettledthen,”Draohissed.“Oh,andbytheway,I’mkeepingyourheque,forthehildren.ButyouandI,we’redone!”HeaughtonestglimpseofPotterbeforehesteppedintothefirepeagainandimmediatelywishedhehadn’t.Itmadehisheartsqueezepainfullytoseesomuhhurtinhiseyes,buttherewasnootherway.Potterhadhurthimtoomuh.Therewasnoexuseintheworldthatwouldevermakeupforit.

Wednesday,23July2003

TheLovegood’shomewassuhapeuliarpe.DraowassurprisedwhenhefoundoutLunastilllivedwithherfather.Ontheotherhand,itmadesense,sinetheywererunningtheQuibblertogethernow.

WhenLunahadinvitedhimoverfortea,hehadn’tthoughtmuhofit.Butnow,afteronlyfiveminutesofsittingdownwithherinherroom,itwasprettylearshehadanagenda.

“I’mnottalkingtoPotter,”hesaid,traingtherimofhisupwithhisthumb.“There’snothingyouansaythatwill—”

“Drao,”Lunasaidwithasigh.“He’ssuffering.”

“So?I’msuffering,too.”

“Andhaveyoueverthoughtaboutwhythatis?”

“What?”

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