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Harry had barely untied the lurid orange envelope from the owl’s leg when Hermione gasped so loudly it drowned out Teddy and James “helping” Kreacher with the dishes. “Oh, Merlin. He’s actually doing it.”
Harry raised an eyebrow.
“Theo’s hosting a Halloween party. Bringing Sexy Back to Hogwarts .”
He scanned the invite. “We’re supposed to dress as the sexy version of a Hogwarts fixture? Doesn’t sound so bad…”
“I was there when Minerva’s Howler arrived,” Hermione cut in. “She said, and I quote, ‘If you leave ‘Sexy McGonagall’ on that list, Theodore Nott, I shall not only attend; I shall demonstrate.’”
Harry paled, his horror evident. “That’s not a deterrent! Theo adore s an authority figure,” he whispered.
Hermione rolled her eyes.
“Oh,” Harry added, reading further. “We’re assigned Sexy Head Boy/ Head Girl. That’s not terrible…”
“Harry,” she interrupted again, “when is this baby due?”
“November eleventh…” He trailed off.
She crossed her arms.
He grinned. “So I’ll tell Nott we’ll be there? You can wear the old uniform…maybe give me a detention or two?”
“Potter,” she said darkly, “test me and you’ll be able to attend as Nearly-Sexy Headless Boy.”
He winked, utterly unfazed. “In that case, we’re staying home. You can bring sexy back to Grimmauld this year.”