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Back at Hogwarts for the school year, Harry was focused on growing his relationship with Draco, and helping his friends be happier people. He’d finished the core courses, so that meant that he really only had elective classes such as Ancient Runes and Care of Magical Creatures with new work, and he’d studied those in his own time as well. He knew his anigmus form and occlumency was apparently inherent with the founders power.
He knew that Narcissa had the wedding well in hand, and he got to spend a bunch of time with Kreacher this year, which obviously was a good choice. He’d learned that on the platform when a group of people had tried to surround him and his family. Both well wishers and people trying to kill him. One poisoned letter had already been discovered in his mail which led to stricter regulations.
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He found himself going over the events of the past four years and realized the havoc that Voldemort had reeked on the entire school, not just him. The castle walls seemed duller somehow the students more subdued, the teachers strict. He knew that the castle needed healing, just as much as the students. This year was to focus on some fun, and maybe he could even find some time to deal with the problem that he had discussed with Lucius over dinner all those years ago.
The first step, dealing with the Umbridge women, she clearly favored purebloods, and that would just not do. They needed unity, not biased views.
Draco and he had decided in a quick conversation upon moving in for the incoming term where they would stay. Harry had nightmares, and so did the blonde. Something about seeing Harry dying and for Harry seeing the life he could have lived burned to ash, with the madman still alive. They decided they needed to stick together.
“I’m moving my stuff back up here. That is, unless you’d like to go down to the dungeons.”
“I think maybe we can save those suites for when we’re both Malfoys” Harry said.
“I think that’s quite a good idea.” Draco said. “Kreacher, would you mind getting my stuff from the Malfoy suites?”
“Not at all Master Malfoy.” Kreacher said.
For some reason, Draco hadn’t thought ahead this year. Well he said he had, but the house elves had still brought his things to the dungeons, they couldn’t figure out way.
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Draco often thought of his lion and what he’d done to save them all. He was ashamed of how he’d first reacted, so selfish.
Harry had sacrificed his life in order to make sure their world would be safe. He knew his Lion had plans, he didn’t know what they were, but if they put a smile on his face he wouldn’t object. He would do anything for the boy lying next to him, and he wanted to make sure that he knew that.
However, he also needed some time with his lion. They hadn’t had much for the past years, after first year everything seemed to go to shit. He decided in that moment, the project of the shrieking shack was being continued this weekend. Still, no one knew about it but the two boys, and it would stay that way if he could help it. Harry loved that place, and he wanted it to be finished. That would give them time together, as well as make Harry happy. Draco wanted to show Harry that he was going to make a life with him.
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Draco went to arithmomancy while his lion went to DADA. Draco hated the DADA teacher. Her voice was terrible, a high pitched whine that she probably thought attractive. She refused to wear the traditional teaching robes, like Dumbledore. But instead of a pastel blue she wore the most godawful color mauve that Draco thought was ever in existence.
He honestly didn’t know where the ministry found these people. Plus Draco was pretty sure she hated children. The upper years, anyone over the age of majority she would speak to with respect. Anyone under the age of majority she would speak in a low tone, as if trying to teach them something but also being insulting at the same time.
One time he’d hear her talking to Astoria “young lady, you are better than this surely. Only a half-blood would get these grades. You’re focusing too much on a potential match and not enough on your defense skills.”
Blood supremacy at its finest, Draco thought. Astoria had countered with “I don’t know how good my defense skills are, in theory they’re great.” She’d got a detention for that but when Daphne asked, it was worth it. The woman, Umbridge, only allowed them to read and write about defense, not practice it. That led to the students having a lot of pent up frustration.
He informed Harry of his plans at dinner, so that that weekend they could start again with the Shrieking shack. They’d need to take stock of the place before they did any more work though.