“[...]Come on Harry,” Malfoy said as he stalked up the stairs.
Harry stood up with a sheepish grin staring at the people who were staring back at him surprised. “Well you wanted to know,” he said with a grin.[...]
“Come on Harry, I need your help, this isn’t a one man operation you know,” Malfoys voice carried out over them [...]
“Duty calls,” Harry said with a grin as he quickly made his way up the stairs."
Wednesday, 11 October 2006
I was reading another H/D fic (I'm quite obsessed with HP right now, can't you tell?), and in an otherwise unremarkable fic, The Weather, by Hannah, found this and thought it a keeper (specially the part in bold):