Alt. Ending Part VII Section II

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Harry

Draco's leaning against the door to the Great Hall when I get there. I reach down without thinking and take his hand. A lone Ravenclaw, presumably a second-year, stares at us in open-mouthed rejection. I can only imagine how many people other than Draco wanted to ask me, and I feel sort of guilty for a second, but then he squeezes my hand and I look back at him. His white hair is falling in his face, and I brush it back behind his ear.

"Harry," he says, blushing redder than the maroon trim on my robes, "will-"

I finish his sentence. "I take you to the Yule Ball?" He nods, smiling. I laugh softly, and btell him, "You don't have to ask."

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