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“Bye,” she called to Potter, waving at him. Without a backward glance, Draco marched inside, nearly stumbling over the little snowmen that were still scurrying around.

“It was him, right?” She poked his shoulder impatiently when he didn’t answer. “Right?”

Draco groaned and let out a sigh. “Right,” he muttered.

Celia giggled happily. “Does he come to your house?”

“Um…he’s been there, yes.”

“Do you play games together?”

Draco grinned. “We used to play Quidditch.”

Celia’s eyes widened and her mouth shaped into an ‘o’. She looked impressed. “Do you have sleepovers?”

“Err…” Draco berated his mind, as soon as images of him and Potter, rolling around on a bed, popped up. “Not really, no.”

“Does your mummy not allow it?”

It was amazing, really, how much truth was behind that innocent question of a child.

“Something like that,” Draco said evasively.

“Does he share his cookies with you?”

Draco let out a laugh. “He brings me breakfast. Does that count?”

Celia cocked her head and pursed her lips while she tapped her chin with her index finger. “Yes,” she finally said. “Is he a good friend?”

Draco paused, gazing at her thoughtfully. “I think he could be,” he said quietly.

“Oh, what is that?” Celia squealed. Draco looked over his shoulder, grinning when he saw Luna holding a giant plush toy.

“I guess you’ll be learning about unicorns today.”

Carefully, he let the squirming child down again. His eyes followed her movements as she immediately darted into the classroom.

“Oh Draco, this place is wonderful,” Luna said. “And the teachers are so nice! They said I could give it a go.”