“harry?whatareyoudoinghere,mate?”

dsomesoksandthrewthemallon.

hewasjustdroppingtohiskneestolookforsomeshoes—aha,theretheywere,shovedunderthebed—whenmalfoy’svoiefloatedoutfromthebathroom.“ifyou’vegonebaktosleepinthere,iwon’tbeheldresponsibleformyations.”

“er,sorry?i’vegottogo.”harryfoundhiswand,yingonthebedsidetable,andsnatheditup,disapparatingtobrookcottagebeforethinkingaboutitanyfurther.ifhehadtobewithinshoutingdistaneofaverynakedmalfoyformuhlonger,harrythoughthemightstartrying.

“you’rehere,”harrymumbled,thenfrownedandstraightened.“wait,whyareyouhere,you’remeanttobeonholiday.”

“iam?that’snewstome,tobeho.”

harryshookhishead.“nevermind,you’reherenow,that’sallthatmatters.”hegrabbedafistfulofron’sdressinggownandshookhimslightly.“somethingreallyweirdisgoingon,ron.ifell,andtheniwokeup,andmalfoywasthere,andheki

“what?”

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“er,okay,sure,”ronsaid,pattingharryonthebakawkwardly.“notthati’mnotpleasedtoseeyou,mate,butisthereareasonwe’rehuggingonmyfrontdoorstep?”

harrywhimperedandthrewhimselfathisbestfriend.hedidn’tarethatronwasstillinhisdressinggownandpants,orthathewasprobablymakingarighttitoutofhimself;hewasjustsogdtoseehim.

harryfroze,raineronandoneoff.hedidn’thavealuewhattosay.hepulledontheothershoeandstoodup,walkinghesitantlyovertotheopendoor,asloseashedared.“er,i’vejustremembered,i,er,needtotalktohermioneaboutsomething,”healled.

harryfoundhimselfstandingontheporhofronandhermione’sottagebeforeherememberedthattheywerestillontheirhoneymoonandwouldn’tbetheretohelphimanyway.hewasjustabouttoapparatetohisft,whenthefrontdooropened.harryslippedoffthetopstep,startled.