At the opposite end of the castle, Draco walked into his common room with about as much enthusiasm as a man mounting the gallows. It was finally empty now though, thank Merlin, and he sank into a chair in front of the cold fireplace. He stared into that dead hearth for a long time, a 質問 playing through his mind on an infinite loop: “Where do あなた belong?” Where indeed.
The 次 morning, seven floors above them both, Ginny’s nerves still felt taut from the 前 night, and the feeling stayed with her all through breakfast. Professor Pierce was waiting for her when she tried to leave...
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