Surely it wasn't possible to be so very fair-haired and light-eyed and still not burn in the sun? But then again, Fleur was the same way. She and Draco were now both very brown, with bleached sugar-white hair. Harry himself had gotten darker, and had developed a row of freckles across his nose, which he had never known he had. He hoped they weren't too odd-looking. Hermione had freckles across her nose and he thought those were adorable, but it might be different for boys.

"Professor Lupin," said Harry, wrenching his mind off the topic of Hermione and her nose. "It's good to see you. Do you want to sit down? Have you eaten lunch yet?"

"Actually, I have," said Lupin. "I was just looking for you, Harry. And your roommate."

He inclined his head towards Draco, who raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Looking for me? Why?"

"Something Dumbledore told me," said Lupin, sounding a bit evasive. "I was wondering if we could go back to your room for a moment? There's something I wanted to ask you two about."

Harry and Draco looked at each other, shrugged, and stood up.

"Sure," said Harry. "Why not?"

"See you later," said Draco to Fleur, who was looking mildly indignant at being abandoned.

Lupin walked ahead of them as they crossed the Hall and went up the stone staircase that led to the boys' dormitories.

"Did Hermione tell you she's seeing Victor Krum in London?" Harry asked Draco, and was rewarded by seeing him start slightly.

"Big overgrown Bulgarian git," said Draco, "What's she seeing him for?"

"He's not so bad," said Harry, feeling more magnanimous towards Krum suddenly. It was probably the fact that he had known something about Hermione that Draco hadn't. "Professor Lupin!" he called out, quickening his pace. "This is our room right here."