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Getting caught by your little sister is bad enough. But it's even worse when your little sister happens to be Molly Prewett.

"You have to be joking," she hisses, watching in disbelief as Regulus Black disappears from the library stacks. "Him? Do you know—"

"—yeah," Gideon interrupts. "Of course I know."

She hits him with her bookbag. "And you're snogging him?"

"Obviously," he replies dryly, half-heartedly rubbing his arm. "Could you keep it down? I don't need the entire bloody school knowing."

"Obviously?!" If anything, Molly's voice gets even louder. "Gideon, he's bad news. Terrible news. The worst news."

Gideon rolls his eyes and pushes past her. But if he thinks that walking away is going to be the end of the conversation, he is dead wrong.

"Gideon!" Molly storms after him. "You know I'm right."

"You don't even know him."

"I know enough," she snaps. Then pleadingly, she adds, "I'm just worried."

He keeps walking. He has no doubt that his younger sister is right—Regulus Black is obviously very, very bad news—but he'll be damned if he lets her know that. And well...he also just doesn't want to admit it. Not out loud. Not yet.