When Draco looked at Harry, he noticed a distinct red swelling on Harry's nose.
Fred and George refused to let it go, returning to the previous topic. "Malfoy, you still haven't answered our question! Did you duel with another student?"
At that question, Astoria Greengrass's parting words echoed through Draco's mind once more.
And every time Astoria Greengrass's words echoed in his head, he felt his ears and cheeks grow a little hotter.
To keep from embarrassing himself, he instinctively pointed at Harry. "What about Potter? Was he hurt in a duel too?"
"Oh..." Fred and George cried in unison. "Then we understand!"
Fred wagged his head at Draco. "Tsk, tsk, tsk! What an exciting duel!"
George made the same gesture. "A fierce duel! Enough to make your heart race!"
Draco could naturally sense the suggestiveness in Fred and George's eyes.
He also noticed Harry's expression, and immediately understood everything. So Fred and George had said those things because they had been waiting to trap him here.
Realizing this, he opened his mouth to explain himself. But what had just happened was so sudden that only now had he fully processed it—and noticed the taste of blood in his mouth.
As a result, even though he wanted to defend himself, he could not think of what to say.
"It was incredibly dangerous!" Fred and George had no such difficulty. They even began gesticulating wildly. "Harry didn't react at all before..."
"Fred! George!" An enraged female voice came from nearby.
There seemed to be some magic in that voice. The instant Fred and George heard it, they froze where they stood.
They still held their arms in the poses they had been making, and now looked like two windmills that had suddenly jammed.
Following the voice, Draco realized it had come