The Beginning of the Malfoy Morning

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"Wake up, Potter." Draco hissed through the door.

"In a minute." I replied, it was still dark outside.

"Alohamora!" Draco stumbled in with a distinct notion of presence in his usual strut.

"When I say'Get up, Potter' I mean, now." Draco gazed around my room. I had draped it in Griffindor flags. I could see the distaste forming in his eyes. I felt a pang of guilt hit me like a blow to the chest.

"Sorry." I mumbled as I stood up, suggesting I was about to get ready.

"No need. Meet me on the front patio in, let's say, fifteen minutes."

And at that he left. And I began to get ready to meet him on the front patio on this dull, depressing morning


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