Zach echoed the sound Charlie made, laughing and wrapping an arm around his neck, grinding back. "Zach," he said. "So you're hot and you're a good friend? I chose well."
Draco glanced back at the dance floor for Charlie, but shook his head. "No, we're just friends," he promised, smiling back at Neville. "We've decided against trying anything more. How do you know Charlie?"
"I wouldn't know," Bill said, offering his hand to Pansy as an example. "I'm pretty much made of sandpaper. You're right. Egypt isn't great for your skin. I've got a few more years of lecturing before I can get back for a dig anyway."
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