He didn’t even recognize him, at first. Which was odd; the hair was fairly distinctive, and it wasn’t like he hadn’t spent plenty of time watching him, over the years. But he’d never seen him sitting low on a chunk of cement, in a children’s playground in Little Whinging before. Or anywhere else in the Muggle world, for that matter. “Malfoy?”
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