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Blaise...

That was one wicked party, mate. Don't get a big head, though - we let you clean us out at portkey, on account of it being your birthday. I think we should have more nights like that, though, portkey in the common room with just the lads, you know. Or girls, too, though I don't know of any who play portkey.

Daphs, brilliant planning, as usual. Maybe I'll let you throw a party for me someday, yeah?

Went a bit later than I expected, though, seeing as it was a school night. Might need to stop by the Matron's to get something for this headache.

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Did you have any fun last night? I couldn't tell...

I've been thinking about that latest Grim Truth. You don't suppose Snape came to Granger because he aims to get her on his side, making ici grenades and flour bombs and whatnot. Because she's close by enough to chuck them into your bed, and she's probably clever enough to follow his instructions, too. She made the polyjuice, after all.

I know she's saved your life before, and I'm not saying she'd do any of that stuff or be disloyal, but still, Snape sought her out for a reason, I reckon.

Just be careful, is all. Make sure you keep her on your side.

Well I suppose I had fun. Only I didn't really see the point of the girl's. I mean, I see the point, only it wa's more embarrassing than interesting. Like when someone tries to seduce Father. I mean everybody know's that's what they're doing, only it's stupid.

I see why you're worried about Granger but honestly the first thing she did was tell me about it. She was in awful trouble with Headmistre's's McGonagall STUPID QUILL HEADMISTRESS MCGONAGALL EVEN I KNOW THAT

Anyway she was in trouble for not telling the Headmistress first, and the Headmistress said that she knew what side her bread was buttered on. To me about Hermione I mean. Which I think means that Hermione know's that she has to stick by me because otherwise things are worse for her. Which is true. I mean not that it's fair but it's true.

I don't think anyone wanted to seduce Blaise or anything mad like that. I think Montgomery was there more for Vaisey, anyway. Did you see how she kept smiling at him?

I know you trust her, but...I just feel like you can't ever really know her or what's in her head, can you? She's loyal and she does everything she can for you, but she has to. She hasn't got a choice. ~~You really CAN'T start thinking of her as a fr~~ Do you see what I mean?

I hope you weren't hurt at not getting an invite to the party. Daphne decided to make it a boys-only affair, for some reason, and even she only popped in now and again to check on the drinks and food.

Well, Stevens, Montgomery, and Fletcher were there, but they weren't exactly "attending" the party, they were just attending to Blaise with feathered fans and such. It was a right laugh!

Daphne told me all about it.

It's sweet of you to say, though.

I wish I could've seen them in their costumes! She was describing them, Daphs was, and they sounded outrageous. I'd bet it's just the sort of thing Blaise would like, too.

Well that's good. I can never tell with Daphs - she was making such a fuss about keeping things "exclusive."

They were pretty scandalous, truth told. "Robes of Nefertiti."

Blast, now I really do have a headache. Tell me when this day is over, would you?

Oh, now, that's no good.

I suppose that's the price you pay for exclusivity.

After dinner we can get the house-elves to send up some cool towels.

No, no, it's nothing to do with the party. Not now, anyway. There's just things going on. Hopefully I won't end up with an ulcer, though. I've got it on good authority that they're rubbish, those ulcers.

Well, cool cloths help regardless of the reason for a head-ache.

And I have it on good authority that Madame Pomfrey won't look sideways if you need a quick potion to get you through the day.

I'm sorry to hear you aren't feeling top of your game, though. Is there anything I can do?

Normally I'd say "listen," but there's things I'm not sure I should talk about....sorry.

Well, we can talk about absolutely nothing at all, if that's what you want. I hear it's an absolutely fabulous way to get one's mind off of things.

That, and Robes of Nefertiti.

Not that I'm feeling that generous today.

Talking about nothing sounds brill. After dinner?

Speaking of robes, you don't subscribe to Purest Sparkle, do you?

~~It's a d~~

I'll be there!

...I don't have it, but I can ask around if you need a copy. Don't worry, I won't blab that it's you that wants it instead of me. Looking for tips to keep your hair glossy?

You'd do that? Because I'd really, really appreciate it.

You know my hair is naturally perfect. The magazine isn't for me - it's for someone else.

Of course.

I've found you a copy, Bobolis had one that she was done with. I'll give it to you after dinner.

Mother,

I searched around all day yesterday, as discreetly as possible, and I've got nowhere. I'm trying to find out if any of the fashion magazines (for younger witches, around my age) are running contests or quizzes. You know, the sort of contest where the winner gets new designer robes or a trip to the salon.

It's not for me, of course, it's for someone else.

Can you help?

Draco

Goodness. Portkey, headaches at breakfast, now a sudden interest in girls' fashion?

Your father told me you two had a rather grown-up chat over Easter holidays but I suppose I hadn't noticed you growing up quite so fast.

Father told you???

Well, not in detail, dear. But yes, we do talk to one another about you on occasion.

Now, you needn't be embarrassed if you've found you fancy someone. I'm sure your father told you neither of us wishes to pressure you to make serious choices too soon.

So, who has caught your attention, then?

I don't fancy her, but Father suggested I pay her some attention. I've learned she likes fashion, so, that's why I ask about the magazine contests.

Your father--

I'm not sure I understand your father at times, son.

Well. Now, don't take this to mean anything, darling, but is she a pureblood girl or not? Not that I'm judging, but the market is different, shall we say, for halfbloods. (And recall that I have become acquainted with several of the halfblood girls in your year, as well. So if it's one of them I may be able to provide more specific suggestions for you to pay her 'attention' as you put it.)

She's a pureblood. But she's also a... Weasley. It's the she-Weasley, alright?

Ah.

Well.

Yes, well.

Yes, Miss Weasley as it happens is quite interested in fashion.

You said you don't fancy her, is that correct?

It wasn't my idea! And of COURSE I don't fancy her. She's a little kid. And ginger. And WEASLEY.

We had rather a different view of her during your recent play. 'Little kid' is not, perhaps, quite the description I would use. Particularly compared to Hydra, for example.

But yes, all right. I think I know what your father's intentions are.

Well. It so happens that Purest Sparkle is about to announce a contest in this week's issue. It's something to do with spending the summer hols in style. I'm sorry, I'm not completely informed on the specifics, but I'm sure you can find someone who takes a subscription. (In fact, I know that Mrs Brown set great store by the subscription she gave Miss Lovegood, so perhaps her own daughter receives it as well.)

You might alert Miss Weasley to the possibility of entering and see if you can procure a copy of the announcement on her behalf.

Is that the sort of thing you can use?

Yes, Mother. Though it means I'll have to talk to Brown first. About fashion and magazines. That ought to be just brilliant, just the sort of thing I had hoped to chat with her about.

Dear, me. Your life is so difficult, is it?

I thought you liked Miss Brown.

You could simply abandon the quest, I'm sure. Or simply tell Miss Weasley and leave obtaining the terms of the contest to her.

I do like her. What will she make of me asking to borrow her latest issue of Purest Sparkle, I wonder.

I don't know. I'll figure it out.

Your Nanella plays portkey. I didn't realise you had learned it. Not from her, I trust?

Just what sort of party was it to leave you with headache, dear?

Teddy showed us, actually.

Up too late and too many butterbeers, I reckon. It's really just a twinge.

Teddy. But of course.

So long as you don't make a habit of it, dear.

Fletcher knows how to fill out a costume, doesn't she? What did Daphne call it? "Robes of Nefertiti?" Funny, I always thought robes covered more.

Those were certainly robes of a different cut from what we see around here. And in a good way, I'd say.

'Spose I'll have to hit on just the right something to thank Daphs for it all. It was exactly the right sort of thing, don't you think? Makes me feel a bit naff about what we got up for Teddy last week.

I'm sure you'll throw her a grand party in the autumn, then she'll have to thank you with another grand one in the spring, and it'll continue on like that, yeah?

So, is she actually your girlfriend? Everyone wonders, but no one really knows.

I'd not worry too much about Teddy. It's a bit of a challenge to puzzle out what exactly entertains him. His tastes can be so...diverse.

I will do, yeah.

Well. We haven't put those sorts of terms on it, and really it seems a bit common, you know, calling someone your girlfriend and all that goes with that. It's only that Daphs and I have known each other for always and we understand one another, you know? She's special, Daphs.

Well said. About Teddy.

The fact that you're both so mysterious about it certainly keeps everyone interested and wondering, so you're right, there's nothing common there in the least. Daphs is cool, though.

Thanks, mate.

I absolutely agree. We ought to have a regular night for portkey. And it's your lookout if you were throwing the game. I'd have cleaned the table with you without all that bother!

I'll keep you in nibbles for portkey nights! Who knows, maybe I'll even decide to play one of these days.

Will you? That's aces, then.

And I'll show you how to play if you like. Just say.

I've been writing something to you about it, and I'll finish that for you, anyway, but I'll say it here, too: last night was brilliant. I loved every bit of it. And you're the very best for arranging it all.

I only set out to give you a birthday that you deserve. I'm glad that I succeeded.

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