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“What?”Harrymouthed,disbelieving,toRon,whoshrugged.TheywouldneveruandHermione’slogiwhenitametoexams.

Harryfloppeddownontheouh,ompletelybored.Hehadexusedhimselffrombreakfast,leavingRontoHermione,andfoundhimselfwithanentireSaturdayofpotentialboredom.Normallyhehadsomethingtodo,anessayorsomething,buttodayhefoundhimselfwithnoshoolworkatallhangingoverhishead.

Drao,whowassittinginahairarossfromhim,didn’tommentonhisstateofboredom,iftheblondevenrealizedthatHarrywasintheroom.Hisheadwasbentoversomeparhmentofhomework,anopenbooklyingonthearmrestofthehair.

WathingDraoalutingsomeangle—orsomethingthatlookedlikeanangle…whateveritwasitwassomeformofArithmany—fromwherehestood,HarrythoughtofsomethingtodowiththisfreeSaturdayafternoon.Heturnedbakintothebedroomandsoughtoutasmallboxfromthedepthsofhistrunk.Hehadn’ttriedoutthepratiesnithhe’dgottenatChristmasyet.GrabbinghisFireboltintheotherhand,heheadedbakintotheotherroom.

“Drao,let’sgopyQuiddith.”

DraolookedupwithalookthatlearlystatedthatHarrywasapproahinginsanity.

“eon!It’sabeautifuldayandIhavenohomework.”HepointedattheArithmany(orwhateveritwas)withthehandleofhisbroom.“AndIbetthatisn’tdueuntilFriday,knowingyou.Solet’sgooutside.”

Draosatbakagainstthehair.“Andsuddenlyseeingtworivalspyingasemi-friendlygameofQuiddithwilllooknormaltoeveryoneelseinHogwarts?”hedrawled.

HarrypoutedtrustDraotofindsomeproblemwithhisidea.“We’llfindsomepethattheyan’tgettothen.”

Draothoughtforamoment.

“eon,IwanttoseehowIdoagainstaVeriae.”Harrywasalmostbegging.

AslowsmilepyedwithDrao’slips.“Allright,you’reon.MeetmeattheedgeoftheForbiddenForestintenminutes.”

HarryfollowedDraothroughtheForbiddenForestdownapaththathehadneverbeendownbefore…ifitouldtrulybealledapath.Itseemed,though,thatDraoknewexatlywherehewasgoing,andinafewminutesthetwoboyshadreahedanrownlearingthatwasonlyalittlesmallerthantheHogwartsQuddithpith.Sunlightsplintereddownthroughanrowthofleaves,turningthegrassagoldengreenolor.

“Notbad.”Harrymurmuredinappreiation.

“IusedthislearingwhenIwaslearninghowtofly.”Draoofferedinexpnation.

“Soyouanflywithonlyyourwingsnow?”Harryasked.“Iseeyoudidn’tbringyourbroom.”

“Mywingshavereahedtheirproportionalsize.They’llontinuetogrowasIdo,buttherewon’tbeanymoredrastihanges.So,yes,they’llsupportmyweightinflight.”

Bothboysremovedtheiroutershoolrobes,drapingthemoveranearbytreebranh.Harrythenbeganfiddlingwiththepratiesnith’sontrols.

Pratiesnithesworkedexatlylikerealsnithes,exeptthatoneouldrestritwheretheywent.Itwouldn’tdo,afterall,tobehasingthesnithallovertheForbiddenForestitself.Harryestimatedthesizeofthelearing,thinkingtherewasmaybe1/8differenebetweenthelearingandtheHogwartsQuiddithpith.

Draomethiminaboutthemiddleofthelearing,holdingapratiebludger.Pratiebludgerswereontrolledthesamewayaspratiesnithes,butyououldalsosethowhardtheywouldknokintoyou.

“Isetittobereasonablyannoying.”Draosmirkedasheletitgo.Thebludgerarhedoutofsight,intothetreetops,butbothboysouldhearitmovingovertheirheads.

“Ready?”Harryheldoutthesnith.

“Always.”

Bothboysletthesnithgo.HarrythenmountedhisFireboltandkikedoffthegroundasDraoleaptupward,wingsextendingashedidso.

AlmostinstantlythebludgerarheddownthroughtheleafyanopyandwhizzedbyDrao’sear.ItheadedforthegroundandthenarhedupwardstofollowafterHarryforawhileashetriedtoevadeit.

Harryhadneveronsideredhowabsolutelywonderfulbeaterswere,aswhentherewasnowaytodefletthebludger.Youhadtoevadeituntilitgotboredofyouandwentaftertheotherpyer.

“Thisis‘mildlyannoying’?”HarryyelledtoDraoafterthefifthtimehehadtoevadethebludger.

“Yes.Weouldsetitworseifyouwant.”

“No,thisisfine.”

Hermionewasburiedinthelibrary,allofheroursebooks(andevensomethatweren’trequiredfortheoursesshetook)spreadoutoverthetableinfrontofher.Shewaswritingfuriously,wonsomestudyguide,andRonapproahedthetablewithsometrepidation.Shehadbeenwsinetheendofbreakfastanditwasnowteintheafternoon.EvenHermionewouldneedabreakafterthat.

“Umm…Hermione?”Ronaskedquietly.

Hermionemadesomesoundofaknowledgement,herhandneverstoppingthefuriousspeedthatitwaswat.

“Youknow,you’vebeenwsinethem,andit’saboutfourrightnow…”anodwastheonlythingthatletRonknowshewasevenlisteningtohim.Somewhatmoreboldlythanhefelt,heontinued,“Andanyonewouldneedabreakafterthat…soIwonderedifyou…mightwantthatwalknow?”

Thewritingslowedandstopped.Ronbraedforaletureonhowworkwasmoreimportant,bhbh,andwassurprisedwhenHermioneputdownthequill.Theadmonishmenthe’dbeenwaitingforturnedouttobeasmileanda“Thatsoundslikeagoodidea.Letmeleanthisup,anddropmybooksoffinthedorm,andthenwe’lltakethatwalk.”

AsHermionebegantoputherbooksbakintoherbag,Ronblinkedinamazement.Notthathewasompiningthough.

Harrydukedunderthebludgerandtwirledintothegreeneryabovethelearing,suessfullylosingtheannoyingthin

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