Dracohadkepthisgazecoolytrainedonthepairofgreeneyesstaringbackathiminthelobby.Potterhadremovedhischarmeddisguise,andDracofeltatwingeofreliefatthesightofhim,ifonlybecauseEversworn’sbloatedfacehadnobusinessharboringthoseeyes.Whenthedoorstotheliftfinallyclosedandbrokethetrancehe’dbeenin,heshookhimselfandanswered,“Thetwoaren’tmutuallyexclusive,Pans.IamDracoMalfoy,formerDeathEater,andIworkfortheDepartmentofMysteries.”
“Iknowyoucan’ttellmeanything,”Pansysighed.“ButmaybeyoucanexplainwhyadisguisedPotterwasbeingquestionedinrelationtoBertrice’sdisappearance?”Dracoturnedtoherthen,thesoothingreliefofherfierceandinquisitivemindaconsolation,andhefelthisfeaturessofteninaffinityforher.Shequirkedaneyebrowandadded,“Andmaybewhyyoucouldn’ttakeyoureyesoffeachotherjustnow?”
“Irrelevant,”Dracorolledhiseyes.Theliftdoorsopenedandusheredthemout.
Pansyfollowedhimtohisroomandwatchedhimusethespellkeyfollowedbyaseriesofprecisewandmovementstoopenhisdoor.Heglancedather,butshemaintainedherunimpressedGetonwithitlook,pushingpasthimintotheroomassoonasthelockswereundone.
“HowdoyouknowthisisMalfoy’sroom?”Hermioneasked.
Harry’sjawclenched.“Ijustknow,okay.”Thesceneofhimself,oddlydressedandirritated,flashedacrosshismemory.
Hermionesighed.“Youhaven’tbeenfollowinghimagain?”
“Ihaveabsolutelynotbeenfollowinghim,”Harrybristled.“Ifanything,he’sbeenfollowingme.”
“Malfoybrokeintohisflat,”Ronoffered.Andatthat,Hermioneworealookofmildconfusion.
Harryreachedforthedoor.Theanticipationprickledfromhisneckdownhisspine,andhemildlywonderedwhy.HesomehowknewMalfoyandParkinsonwereontheotherside,andwiththem,anynumberofcluesandanswers.Ashehesitated,thecoolmetalofthedoorknobinhispalm,Harrywonderedwhyitfeltlesslikeanentranceandmorelikeaprecipice;asifthemomentHarrywalkedthroughthedoorway,hewouldbejumpingoffthepointofnoreturn.Therushofpurposefloodedhim,andheopenedthedoor.
Thetriowalkedintoasuperiorsuitedecoratedinlavish,deeptonesofgreenandblue,earthyandyetextravagant.Harryrecognisedthelayoutastheyenteredthesittingroom,anopensetofdoubledoorsledtothebedroombehindtheseatingarea.MalfoyandPansysatonthesofa,staringatthegroupoftheminexpectation.
“Ittookyoulongenough,”Malfoyfinallysaid.Heleanedforwardandreachedintoabowloffruitonthecoffeetable.Lookingpleased,hegrabbedanappleandsatback.“Didyougetlostonthewayup?”
Harrywassurehedidaterriblejobhidinghissurprise.“Youexpectedus?”
Parkinsonsnorted.
Hermioneleanedinandwhispered,“YouwereleeringatMalfoyfromacrossthelobby.”
Harryturnedwiththeintentionofcorrectingher—heunequivocallyhadnotbeenleeringatMalfoy,perhapsglowering,sneeringmaybe—butthensomethingoddcaughtHarry’seye.Inthecornerofthesittingroomstoodalargecaseboardcoveredinphotographs,notes,andCerforthHippolyle’sIt’sSolvedThen!EveryColorCaseString.HarryandRonpracticallyfellovermovingtogetabetterlookatit.
ZivantuswaspinnedtothetopoftheboardandalovelyphotoofBertriceunderneathhis.Totheright,aseriesofnamesandphotosofpeopleHarrydidn’trecognise.PlaceslikeJonesDistilleryandHantocraveDownswerelistedandhadvariouscolorsofstringconnectingthemtoindividualsontheboard.Pinneddownthecenter,alargeclockfacewiththehandsataquartertosevenhadlotsofstringsconnectingtopeopleandplaces.Ontheleft,HarryrecognisedwhatcouldonlybeaGringott’svaultinventorylistofitems,someofwhichhadmissingwritteninneatscriptnexttothem.Therewasalsoablueprintofthehotel,andtothefarthestleftoftheboard,aphotoofanolderwomanlabeledGertrudeLockhart.
“Thisisn’tbadwork,”Ronsaidabsentmindedly.Whenherealizedhe’dsaiditoutloud,heslappedahandoverhismouth.
HarryturnedaroundintimetoseeMalfoy’slipquirk.“Thankyou,Weasley.”HisgreyeyesflittedtoHarry.“Ihadhelp.”Harrygavehimaquestioninglook.Malfoystaredathisappleandasked,“DidyouhaveaproductivevisitattheDMLE?”
Harryalmostchoked.“I’msorry?”
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