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A flash of blond hair caught his attention. Looking across the ballroom, he saw him talking to Zabini. He recognized the coy smile, the casual touch meant to seduce, and the look of lust that had Zabini feeling as if he was the most desirable wizard in the world.


Ron knew that feeling. He’d experienced it himself after running into Malfoy at a pub in Diagon Alley last year. Awkward silence had led to a shared drink which had resulted in him against a hard alley wall being buggered by the former Slytherin. Turning away, he muttered, “Good luck, Zabini.”