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Amused
“What was that, Potter?”
Pansy stepped sideways, just behind a large statue of some ancient Headmaster, maintaining a clear view while keeping safely out of range. They were going at it more frequently than ever this year, not that she was complaining. After all, it was the only thing of remote interest that ever happened at Hogwarts.
Soon, insults turned to hexes. Potter grew a second nose. Draco’s skin turned green. Back and forth they flew, as Pansy struggled to stay quiet, her sides aching with laughter.
Later, in the hospital wing, she held Draco’s hand, eyes dark with concern.
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