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"Good evening, Professor."
"— I'd want to go even less," said Ron firmly. "You didn't meet him, Hermione. Believe me, being dead will have improved him a lot."
"Yeah, of course!" said Harry loudly, staring at her. "Of course! Malfoy must've been inside the room at the time, so she — what am I talking about? — he dropped the scales to tell Malfoy not to corne out, because there was someone there! And there was that girl who dropped the toadspawn too! We've been walking past him all the time and not realizing it!"
"What did they row about?" he asked, trying to sound casual as they turned onto a seventh-floor corridor that was deserted but for a very small girl who had been examining a tapestry of trolls in tutus. She looked terrified at the sight of the approaching sixth years and dropped the heavy brass scales she was carrying.
"My friends," he said, after a moment's pause, "will carry on without me, I am sure."
"Oh, I quite agree," said Professor Sprout warmly. "That enough for you?"
'No thanks,' said Harry, looking up. 'Malfoy's gone again!'
"Well, yeah I do," said Ron apologetically. "Final score was three hundred and twenty to sixty."
"What does it feel like?" whispered Hermione.
"Which job did he want, sir? What subject did he want to teach?"
"Yes, but for something like this?" said Hermione. "We've risked a lot to help Hagrid out, but after all — Aragog's dead. If it were a question of saving him —"
"Sir," he said, a little desperately, "it isn't that I wasn't bothered or anything, I've just had other — other things . . ."
Harry gaped at him. He had not expected this and was not sure he wanted to hear it. Friends they might be, but if Ron started calling Lavender 'Lav-Lav', he would have to pui his foot down.
"Where are we burying him?" he asked. "The forest?"
Malfoy stopped short at the sight of Harry, then gave a short, humorless laugh and continued walking.