Dramione - Yr 6 - NemesisSpring had come at last; new leaves were budding on the trees, just small bits of green against the flat light of the sky, and most of the snow had melted, except where it had piled up deepest. The lake was a steely grey, the giant squid barely visible in the deep water. Draco sat on one of the boulders on shore, staring fixedly at the opposite horizon. He was glad it was the weekend; most of the students, third year and up, had gone to Hogsmeade. He had decided not to. He had gone last time, before Christmas, and look what had happened. Well, that had been his intention for going in the first place, but his conscience still squirm
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