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"
Later
!
"
whispered
Harry
,
darting
after
Zabini
as
quietly
as
possible
,
though
the
rattling
of
the
train
made
such
caution
almost
pointless
.
The
corridors
were
almost
completely
empty
now
.
Nearly
everyone
had
returned
to
their
carriages
to
change
into
their
school
robes
and
pack
up
their
possessions
.
Though
he
was
as
close
as
he
could
get
to
Zabini
without
touching
him
,
Harry
was
not
quick
enough
to
slip
into
the
compartment
when
Zabini
opened
the
door
.
Zabini
was
already
sliding
it
shut
when
Harry
hastily
stuck
out
his
foot
to
prevent
it
closing
.
"
What
's
wrong
with
this
thing
?
"
said
Zabini
angrily
as
he
smashed
the
sliding
door
repeatedly
into
Harry
's
foot
.
Harry
seized
the
door
and
pushed
it
open
,
hard
;
Zabini
,
still
clinging
on
to
the
handle
,
toppled
over
sideways
into
Gregory
Goyle
's
lap
,
and
in
the
ensuing
ruckus
,
Harry
darted
into
the
compartment
,
leapt
onto
Zabini
's
temporarily
empty
seat
,
and
hoisted
himself
up
into
the
luggage
rack
.
It
was
fortunate
that
Goyle
and
Zabini
were
snarling
at
each
other
,
drawing
all
eyes
onto
them
,
for
Harry
was
quite
sure
his
feet
and
ankles
had
been
revealed
as
the
cloak
had
flapped
around
them
;
indeed
,
for
one
horrible
moment
he
thought
he
saw
Malfoy
's
eyes
follow
his
trainer
as
it
whipped
upward
out
of
sight
.
But
then
Goyle
slammed
the
door
shut
and
flung
Zabini
off
him
;
Zabini
collapsed
into
his
own
seat
looking
ruffled
,
Vincent
Crabbe
returned
to
his
comic
,
and
Malfoy
,
sniggering
,
lay
back
down
across
two
seats
with
his
head
in
Pansy
Parkinson
's
lap
.
Harry
lay
curled
uncomfortably
under
the
cloak
to
ensure
that
every
inch
of
him
remained
hidden
,
and
watched
Pansy
stroke
the
sleek
blond
hair
off
Malfoy
's
forehead
,
smirking
as
she
did
so
,
as
though
anyone
would
have
loved
to
have
been
in
her
place
.
The
lanterns
swinging
from
the
carriage
ceiling
cast
a
bright
light
over
the
scene
:
Harry
could
read
every
word
of
Crabbe
's
comic
directly
below
him
.
"
So
,
Zabini
,
"
said
Malfoy
,
"
what
did
Slughorn
want
?
"
"
Just
trying
to
make
up
to
well-connected
people
,
"
said
Zabini
,
who
was
still
glowering
at
Goyle
.
"
Not
that
he
managed
to
find
many
.
"
This
information
did
not
seem
to
please
Malfoy
.
"
Who
else
had
he
invited
?
"
he
demanded
.
"
McLaggen
from
Gryffindor
,
"
said
Zabini
.
"
Oh
yeah
,
his
uncle
's
big
in
the
Ministry
,
"
said
Malfoy
.
