"But he tried to save my life, how could I not?" Harry countered, leaning against the wall. He could feel himself slipping back into the sticky place that made him want to crawl into a lonely area and hide away, so he forced himself to grin at Ron, mentally flipping to another subject.
And not Quidditch. After today's practise, I think I'm slightly hated for how brutal the drills were. "Have you got everything squared away with Hermione for the Ball?" he asked, a slightly mischievous glint lighting in his eyes.
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