Guess who sent me a letter out of the blue? Viktor Krum, of all people. I would have thought he'd have been too busy to write anyone, he's been touring around with the Bulgarian team, but he's in London now, so I'm going to stop by the Leaky Cauldron and see him. I'll tell him you say hello. And please say hi to Professor Lupin for me.

I can't wait to see you at Sirius and Narcissa's wedding. I'm glad that Sirius is going to be happy, nobody deserves it more than he does.

All my love, Hermione

Harry folded the letter up with a feeling of unease. When he glanced up, he saw Draco and Fleur watching him. "What's wrong, 'Arry?"

said Fleur with cheerful concern. "'As your girlfriend left you for someone else? Is she pregnant?"

The letter flew out of Harry's hands. "What?" he sputtered. "That's ridiculous. How would she be pregnant?"

Fleur and Draco both grinned at him.

"Perhaps now is the time to have that talk about the facts of life, Potter," said Draco, still grinning.

Bugger, thought Harry, I walked right into this one. "Shut up, Malfoy," he said. "I already know all about sex, thanks."

Fleur was giggling madly behind her hand.

"That is reassuring to hear," said a voice at Harry's elbow.

Harry spun around to see Professor Lupin standing behind him, a faint smile on his face.

"Hallo, Harry," he said.

Harry grinned at Lupin, who, he thought, was looking a lot better than he had three years ago. He actually seemed to have fewer lines on his face, although that could just have been the fact that he was very brown from the summer sunshine. They were all getting brown, including Draco, which seemed, in Harry's opinion, to go against all laws of nature.