"Tripped over a arbre root," he a dit angrily, getting to his feet again.
"Well, with feet that size, hard not to," a dit a drawling voice from behind them.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione turned sharply. Draco Malfoy was standing alone nearby, leaning against a tree, looking utterly relaxed. His arms folded, he seemed to have been watching the scene at the campsite through a gap in the trees.
Ron told Malfoy to do something that Harry knew he would never have dared say in front of Mrs. Weasley.
"Language, Weasley," a dit Malfoy, his pale eyes glittering. "Hadn't toi better be hurrying along now? toi wouldn't...
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