“iknow.butyoudidn’t…haveto.”

“iwantedto.here,ath.”hethrowsthehootefrogandisnotsurprisedwhendraoathesiteasily.hegrins.“rontoldmetogiveittoyou.”

draoisstillstaring,butnowit’stowardsthefrog.“why?”

“foryoutoeatit,ofourse.”harryresiststheurgetorollhiseyes.he’sstartingtothinkthatallofdrao’sbravadoisjustaploytohidehowtrulybashfulheis.bashfnddraomalfoy.nowthat’ssomethingthatdoesn’tgotogether.“ialsoswipedsometrealetartfromthekithen.”

“youwhat?”

hetakesaminiature,balledpieeoflothfromhispoket,putsitarefullyondrao’sdesk,andspellsitbaktoitsinalsize.heuntiestheknotoftheloth,andimmediately,asentoflemonfillstheroom.

“trealetart.it’smyfavourite,”hesaid,rummagingthroughhispoketyetagain.heproduestwoforks,andoffersodrao.“thoughyou’veprobablyalreadyguessed.”

draoeyestheforksuspiiously,buthetakesitanyway.“it’sratherhardtomiss.”

“igotsomeextraforyou.”

“extra?youstoleawholetart.”

“stoleisaverystrongword.”

draoshakeshisheadindisbelief.he’sstillstaringatharryandthetartlikethey’regoingtojumpathim.“youandyoursweettoothwillonedaybethedeathofyou,potter.”

harrygrins.hemissedthis—thislight,easybanter.hepullsupdrao’shairandsitshimselfdownomfortably.helikestalkingaboutyou,astoriahadsaid.helooksatthetrealetart,andthinksthatit’stimeforastory.

“ineverhadanysweetsasahild.themosti’veeatenwastherumbsofhooteakeiswipedoffmyousin’sptewhileiwaswashingit.thatprobablyexpinswhyi’msuhagluttonforitnow.”

itworks.thesuspiionisstillondrao’sfae,likehe’swwhyharry’ssuddenlysotalkative,butit’smixedwithasuddenuriosity.“isthatwhyyoufeeltheneedtoburyyourfaeinhootefrogsaftereverymea

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