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"The Dursleys were killed today," Harry said heavily. "Really?" Draco asked, not looking up from a decorating magazine for ridiculously affluent wizards. Harry frowned. "Killed," he repeated loudly. "How awful. Peach in the bathroom, do you think, or this dark marigold?"
"Draco, you're not listening!" Harry said in exasperation. "It was awful. They were just... torn apart Draco looked up, horrified. Harry suppressed an unworthy twinge of satisfaction; at last Draco was taking this seriously - "You didn't track blood on the carpet, did you? I just had it cleaned!" Harry sighed and conceded defeat. "I like peach better." |