Draco waited five minutes. When Potter didn't return, he took a deep breath and began to shout: "He's the hero of the hour, he's the Saviour of the world! With eyes of fearsome jade, bearing Gryffindor's mighty sword! Oh, the evil and the Dark flee before his noble wand, for the Chosen One will smite the-" Potter reappeared at the window. "What in the bloody hell is that you're singing?" he yelled over the end of the last bit of verse. "Don't you like it?" Draco asked, blinking innocently up at him. "I heard it in a pub a few weeks ago." "I hate it," Potter said, back to leaning on the windowsill. "There's more," Draco told him, folding his hands neatly behind his back. "You haven't even heard the chorus yet."
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