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She was pointing at a number of round balls of fluff in shades of pink and purple, all rolling around the bottom of a cage and emitting high-pitched squeaks.
-=-"Mollywobbles," whispered a mortified Mrs. Weasley into the crack at the edge of the door.
continued. "And with no flying car available you decided that
"What happens if we fail?" Harry asked the room at large, but it was again Hermione who answered.
A young witch with short blonde hair poked her head around the curtain; Harry saw that she too was wearing magenta staff robes.
"There was no need to bring up the tray, I was just about to do it myself!"
The train lurched, causing Harry to roll over onto his side. Now he was staring at the dusty underside of the seats instead of the ceiling. The floor began to vibrate as the engine roared into life. The Express was leaving and nobody knew he was still on it...
Harry started. "Sorry ?I ?quot;
A seedy-looking little wizard was rattling armfuls of silver symbols on chains at passersby.
"Yeah, Zabini, because you're so talented ... at posing. . . ."
"Well, we're N.E.W.T. students now!" grinned Ron. "Mum, are there any more sausages?"
"Of course not. . . sir."
"I'll decide that," said Malfoy. "Well, I'd better be off. And don't forget to keep that one safe, I'll need it."
"We can!" said Ron excitedly. "Hang on — damn —"
"So is that why you're late, Metamorph-Medals?"
“Once again, you show all the sensitivity of a blunt axe," said Nearly Headless Nick in affronted tones, and he rose into the air glided back toward the far end of the Gryffindor table just as Dumbledore got to his feet at the staff table. The talk and laughter echoing around the Hall died away almost instantly.
Crouched in the luggage rack under his cloak, Harry's heart began to race. What would Ron and Hermione say about this? Crabbe and Goyle were gawping at Malfoy; apparently they had had no inkling of any plans to move on to bigger and better things. Even Zabini had allowed a look of curiosity to mar his haughty features. Pansy resumed the slow stroking of Malfoy s hair, looking dumbfounded.
Harry was not afraid of Malfoy, but he still did not much like the idea of being discovered hiding under his Invisibility Cloak by a group of unfriendly Slytherins. Eyes still watering and head still throbbing, he drew his wand, careful not to disarrange the cloak, and waited, breath held. To his relief, Malfoy seemed to decide that he had imagined the noise; he pulled on his robes like the others, locked his trunk, and as the train slowed to a jerky crawl, fastened a thick new traveling cloak round his neck.,