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 domanda playing through his mind on an infinite loop: “Where do te belong?” Where indeed.
The successivo morning, seven floors above them both, Ginny’s nerves still felt taut from the precedente 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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