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He’d considered for a time that bigger might be better. Ostentatious and loud, like a Gryffindor. But the urge to oust Umbridge immediately warred with his natural desire to stay in the shadows. Harry jiggled his foot impatiently and nearly threw himself from his seat when he heard that hated little, “hem hem” followed by, “Yes, Mister Malfoy? You have a question about the reading?” Sharp waves of white hot agony ripped up his arm as Malfoy grabbed the freshly reopened cuts on his hand. The world tilted a little bit and Harry gasped in a breath.

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Draco threw himself from his desk with a shriek. “I’ve been hit!” he wailed, collapsing to the floor. “She’s killed me! Professor Umbridge has killed me! Murder! Betrayal!” Draco refused to admit that he was waiting for Potter to give him something a little more than that. He always put on such a good show. This was frankly disappointing.Brought to you by Wizarding World Digital, a partnership between Warner Bros. and Pottermore. Delivering the latest news and official products from the Wizarding World and our partners. Are you absolutely mental? Why the bloody hell would I see Snape!? He’d just as likely kill me than help me!” Harry’s hand gave a particularly vicious throb and he groaned a little. “C’mon Malfoy. Let’s just go, yeah?” Harry was fairly certain there was a hippogriff sitting on his bloody head. Every time his heart pumped, his hand and his head seemed to be fighting for who could hurt the most. He didn’t remember falling asleep, though he obviously had. The last thing he could properly remember was thinking how soft Draco Malfoy’s hands were. Draco let go of Potter’s hand sharply, startled by his cry of pain. More than pain. He’d shouted less after the incident with that beast in third year.

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Crabbe, Goyle.” Both boys looked up at him, their mouths stuffed full of food. He resisted the urge to grimace in disgust. “I need to speak with Professor Snape after breakfast regarding last week’s potion’s homework. I suspect I’ll be late to my first class.” He eyed them both disdainfully. “So I expect some halfway decent notes from one of you!” Because Professor Lupin couldn’t brew it himself, Malfoy.” Harry rolled his eyes. “Now can we please just go ? Or are you so desperate to stay in my company?” We’ve always enjoyed the subtle wink of Professor McGonagall, that wink that told us she wasn’t all strict – and despite her resolute veneer, she was actually one of the most supportive and considerate teachers in Hogwarts. When Neville Longbottom was dismayed with his O.W.L. results, McGonagall, in her very matter-of-fact way, supported him. When Harry Potter yelled at Professor Umbridge vowing Lord Voldemort had returned, McGonagall reacted to a student waging war with a fellow teacher by offering him a biscuit. Severus grimaced. “Draco’s situation is… complicated.” Lucius wanted the boy to take the Dark Mark. It was expected of him, as the scion of the Malfoy Family, to follow in the footsteps of his fathers. Lucuis, and Abraxas before him, had always sat high in the Ministry, supporting the Pureblood agenda and, often, whatever Dark Lord was reigning over the world at that time.I must’ve been dreaming,” Harry muttered and sat himself slowly up. His hand was bandaged neatly and a note pinned to the blanket told him that Professor’s McGonagall and Snape wanted to see him and Malfoy after breakfast in Snape’s office.

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It’s not actually the Battle of Hogwarts itself for which we choose to commend McGonagall, but those stolen minutes before Voldemort stormed the castle, when Harry returned and the revolt began. Before all of that got going, McGonagall had some staff restructuring to do. A natural leader The chatter in the Great Hall quieted down as he walked between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables, resuming at a louder pitch when he stepped out of the hall. Harry was so preoccupied staring at his feet he walked right into Malfoy. He thought for a moment. Potter really did look reluctant. And Draco could understand that. The school nurse was terrifying, on top of running her mouth to the Headmaster.Draco jumped, spinning around to see his godfather stalking into the room. He hadn’t even heard the door open. Snape looked over at Draco, raising one slender eyebrow. His face colored in embarrassment. “We were not on a date! I was doing my Prefect rounds and Potter was out after curfew.” But of course, the rules don’t apply to Gryffindor’s golden boy,” Snape drawled, scowling as he made his way over to where McGonagall was standing. “The painting didn’t mention who I would be treating, Minerva.” Draco went to shake his head but paused. “Actually, yes.” He turned to Potter. “Could you pass a message to the Weasley twins for me?”