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All is fair in the game called love	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 29070 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Chapter List
- 16
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Author's note: Well, my head feels drowsy, so I'm going to keep this short ^^;

Thanks to the following reviewers: Madamdragon; Morbid_and_Sexy (thank you *blushes*); cocobyrd87 (I thought so too. Though I like Hermione a bit more than Ron); Sharebear

I hope you'll like this chapter!

Chapter 17: Golden Trio?

6 September 1996

On Friday morning Harry woke up with a smile. Sirius and Remus didn't hate him; they still wanted him. A warm feeling rose up in his chest.

"Good morning, Harry."

Harry smiled. "Good morning, Draco." He said chipper and jumped out of bed, grabbing his clothes and went into the bathroom to take a shower. The warm water relaxed him and he stood there for five more minutes, just enjoying the water.

When he left the bathroom, he saw Draco already changed in the school uniform trying to wake up Blaise. He didn't have much success with it.

"Let me try." Harry offered and stood at the end of the bed.

Draco shrugged and went to stand next to Harry." Be my guest."

Harry conjured a bucket filled with ice water and dropped in on Blaise.

Blaise shrieked when the ice water hit him, jumped out of bed and fell flat face on the floor. He groaned and sat up, his teeth chattering from the cold, glaring at the two boys standing before him.

"That woke him up." Harry said dryly and tucked his wand in his pocket.

That comment proved to be too much for Draco and laughter escaped him.

Harry was surprised when he heard Draco's laugh – he didn't hear it very often – but joined him.

Blaise stood up and grabbed his clothes. "I'm getting you for this, Harry. You can count on it." He muttered and disappeared into the bathroom.

"Should I be afraid?" Harry asked amused.

Draco cocked his head to the side. "No. What's the worst he can do? Smother you with his eau de cologne?"

Harry chuckled. He had discovered on his second day that Blaise wore eau de cologne every day in excessive amounts to attract 'pretty ladies and boys'. Nobody was allowed to touch the bottles and to be sure, Blaise had casted spells on it that would cover everyone in purple slime if they touched the eau de cologne.

Still chuckling, the two boys made their way to the Great Hall for breakfast. Most students eyed Harry warily, remembering the articles in the Daily Prophet.

Harry sighed and sat down at the table. "You would think that they wouldn't believe the Daily Prophet after the rubbish they published last year." He said gloomily.

"I'm sure they will eventually get tired of this. There is only so much they can talk about in these articles. As long as you don't start killing others while demanding they have to call you the new 'Dark Lord', you'll be fine and they will leave you alone." Draco smiled and then greeted Millicent who had just sat down. "Good morning, Millicent."

"Good morning, Draco, Harry." She greeted back and grabbed some toast and butter.

"Good morning, Millicent." Harry smiled and then stuck out his tongue at Draco. "Really funny, Draco. I'm laughing myself to death here." He rolled his eyes.

"I hope you stop laughing then, because I really don't want to tell your godfathers how you died. Black would probably kill me if he heard that I was the cause of the death of his precious godson." Draco said mock seriously.

"What on earth are you talking about?" Millicent asked bemused.

"Draco is being an idiot." Harry replied dryly and bit into his toast.

"That's not new." Blaise grinned and sat across from Harry.

Draco scowled at him.

Automatically, Harry glanced at the Gryffindor table. As always, they were laughing and talking amiably with each other. Well, everyone except a few: Pansy, Ron and Hermione. It wasn't such a shock to see Pansy glaring; she had been doing that all week – besides complaining how it was unfair that she was stuck with Gryffindorks and that her poor Drakey had to put up with that awful Boy – Who – Lived. Most students stopped listening to her at the end of the second school day.

Ron, however, was glaring daggers at his food, which was shocking because Ron loved food. Hermione was switching between reading her book and talking to Ron. Neville caught his eyes and smiled shyly. Harry smiled back. At least one of his friends wasn't mad at him.

"Ready for Potions?" Draco asked.

Harry startled a bit. "Yes, let's go." He stood up, grabbed his bag and after one last glance at the Gryffindor table, he left the Great Hall, together with Draco, Blaise and Millicent.

"Did you read the text about the Draught of the Living Death?" Draco asked, while they made their way to Snape's classroom.

"Yes." Harry nodded. He had read the text yesterday, right after his last lesson.

"No way. Really?" Draco asked incredulously.

"Why is that so unbelievable? I do my homework, you know." Harry said defending himself.

"Of course you do." Draco said and patted Harry on his head.

Harry growled and swatted his hand away. "Idiot."

The group only stopped laughing when they entered the classroom. Snape looked up from his book and nodded briefly. They took their seats and opened their textbook.

One minute later, the rest of the Slytherins and the Gryffindors poured in and took their seats.

Ron looked towards the Slytherin side and glared when he saw Harry smiling at something Malfoy had said. "Since when does Harry arrive so early?" He asked, still mad that he would serve detention because he had just stated the truth.

Hermione glanced quickly at the pair and pursed her lips. "Since Malfoy drags him to every class."

"I still don't like it that Harry is friends," Ron sneered at that word, "with ferret boy. Since he's friends with Malfoy, he has hardly looked at us."

"That will change soon. I'm sure Harry regrets the fact that he has neglected us. We can talk to him in our free period." Hermione soothed.

Ron smiled. "All right."

"Silence." Snape's smooth voice wasn't loud, but everyone shut up immediately. "We will begin next week with the Draught of the Living Death. I ordered you to read the text, so it should be no problem to take notes, even if some have a limited brain capacity." Snape's look rested for a few seconds on Ron, who went red, but was smart enough not to react.

"Who can tell me what the Draught of the Living Death does to a person?" Snape quirked an eyebrow and ignored the hand Hermione was almost waving in the air, desperate to say the answer. "Potter?"

Harry startled when Snape called his name and hastily tried to remember what he had read. "Euhm, if someone drinks it, the potion will slow down the heartbeat and the breathing until it's almost non – existent. The person falls into some sort of coma and to the outside world, it will look like that person is dead when in reality the person still lives." Harry answered and blushed when everyone looked at him surprised.

"Very good, Potter. Twenty points to Slytherin." Snape nodded to him and continued to tell the history of the potion.

Harry smiled happily at receiving points again from Snape and started to take notes.

Hermione was peeved that she hadn't been picked out to answer and wondered why Harry had been able to answer. He had never been as good as she was in Potions, be it theory or practice, so why was he suddenly so good in this? Did he receive help from Malfoy? If he did, then he wasn't really suited for this class. Oh well, she still had higher marks than him and that would never change.

A pair of red eyes glared at the girl from beneath Harry's chair. That girl was working on Ruby's nerves. From the moment he had smelled her, he knew that she and most of those redheads were trouble for his master. They didn't smell right. He wished he could just bite them, but his master didn't want the others to see him. Ruby assumed it had to do something with that old man who smelled like lemon. That man was the most dangerous one to his master. For now, Ruby could do nothing but protect his master in his invisible state. Ruby looked at the blond boy sitting next to his master. Contrarily to the others, this boy was one of the few with good intentions to his master. That was the only reason why the boy didn't suffer.

Ruby stood up when his master rose and followed behind him. The snake was guarding their master in the front and he would guard him in his back.

The group made their way to the greenhouses for their second hour Herbology. This class was again with the Gryffindors. They were studying plants that were used in the Draught of the Living Death. Since some of them were poisonous when inhaled, they all had to wear masks to cover their noses and mouths. They sketched the plants and took notes.

The end of the lesson signaled the beginning of their free period.

"What do you think of spending our free period outside? The weather is beautiful." Harry suggested.

"Sounds good to me." Draco smiled.

"Splendid idea." Blaise grinned.

"I can't. I promised Daphne I would help her with her Charms. See you at lunch." Millicent excused herself and walked back to the castle.

The three boys settled themselves in the grass in front of the lake and enjoyed the sun on their faces. Even Garin had come out from beneath Harry's shirt to enjoy the warmth.

Harry blinked when two shadows blocked the sun.

"Harry, we need to talk." Hermione said seriously.

"Euhm, all right." Harry said surprised.

"Can we talk somewhere else? It's private." Hermione added.

"I guess." Harry shrugged and stood up." Be back in a minute." He said to Draco and Blaise.

Draco narrowed his eyes, but nodded. Harry followed Hermione and Ron to the edge of the Dark Forest.

Blaise raised an eyebrow when he saw how far Hermione and Ron had taken Harry to talk. "What do you think they want to talk about?"

Draco snorted. "They will probably try to convince Harry that we are evil wizards and that he should come back to the Light side." He replied sarcastically.

Blaise chuckled amused.

"So what do you want to talk about?" Harry asked and stuck his hands in his pockets.

"About you." Ron said brusquely.

Harry blinked. "What about me?"

"About the fact that you spend more time with Malfoy than you do with us." Ron said and crossed his arms.

Harry sighed irritated and ranked a hand through his hair. "Don't start again, guys."

"What? It's true! You barely spend time with us and it's gotten more worse since you're in Slytherin. We barely talk with each other." Ron snapped.

"I spend time with Draco because he's my friend and we're in the same House now. You're the ones who are avoiding me. You won't even give Draco a chance." Harry said annoyed.

"I told you before, Harry, I don't trust him. He's not worth being your friend." Hermione said stubbornly.

"And you are? Friends wouldn't be mad if their friend had gotten points for a potion. They would be happy for him. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I remember that you were pissed off when Snape gave me those points, Ron." Harry said coolly.

"Ah, come on, Harry, can you blame me? I mean, I'm having a hard time now with the fact that my best friend is a snake now." Ron protested. "I'm still getting used to it."

"And I'm not having a hard time? I'm the one who is dropped into another House and I'm the one who gets stared at because they all think I will turn dark now. But I'm not getting mad at you when you receive points." Harry said angrily, his temper rising.

"But Harry, you have to admit that Snape only gave you points because you're in Slytherin now. If you had delivered that potion as a Gryffindor, Snape probably wouldn't have looked at it." Hermione said, her temper flaring too.

"So you don't think I can improve on a subject? That I can't receive points now and then because you're the smart one? Thanks a lot, Hermione." Harry said icily.

"You know that's not how I meant it, Harry. Look, why don't you just spend more time with us, instead of Malfoy? Everyone sees that he has a bad influence on you. He's causing a rift between us, can't you see?" Hermione said, trying to let Harry see her side. "We forgive you for your out lash at me and for rubbing it into Ron's face that you were the originally Captain – not that you did that on purpose. I'm sure it was just an accident." She added hastily.

Harry looked at them, not believing what they were saying. Draco, a bad influence? He had rubbed it in Ron's face that he was the original Captain? They forgave him for his out lash? Were these peopled the ones he had called his best friends? Had they always been like this or had they all changed?

Harry didn't know for sure who had changed the most: he or them. One thing he knew: it would be almost impossible to stay friends with Ron and Hermione when they were like this as well as with Draco. One of the two friendships would soon end. Harry thought about his two friendships. It was true that he and Draco had a rough past, but ever since that day with the Dursleys where he and Draco had begun their friendship, the boy had been nothing but being a true friend for him. They had spent almost all their time together this past summer. Draco had shopped with him, had given him a beautiful birthday present and had held him after that awful dream. Even now at school they didn't part. He could laugh with Draco and talk to him. If Draco had bad intentions, he would have acted on it weeks ago. He wouldn't see the need to soothe Harry when he woke from that awful nightmare. If anything, he would have told everyone how Harry Potter had cried like a baby after a nightmare. But he hadn't.

While Ron and Hermione…

Harry still remembered the hurt he felt in his fourth year when Ron had been avoiding him because he believed that Harry had put his name in the Goblet of Fire. How easily it had been for Ron to drop him. Harry still didn't understand why Ron hadn't believed him. And Hermione… She had never dropped him, but of late she had done nothing but criticize him and make him feel bad. Even now she was criticizing him with his choice of friends. How much was he willing to accept from them?

Right now, Draco was a better friend than them. Harry was sad; had it really come to this? That his former school enemy was a better friend than his first friends? That he felt much more comfortable with Draco than with Ron and Hermione – two people he had known since he was eleven? Maybe it was for the best. Harry knew they were drifting apart. They had been drifting apart for months now, but he had refused to believe that. He had tried to cling onto his friends; the first friends he had ever made. It was hard, but it was for the best that they split now. Harry didn't think they could ever repair the rift that stood between them. He still had Draco to depend on and he was even warming up to Blaise. He had his family too. It would be hard, but he would manage. Maybe they could try being friends again later. But for now, he needed space from them.

Harry looked at them and sighed. "You know: you're right. Draco has an influence on me." He began.

Ron and Hermione beamed. "I knew you would see it our way, Harry. Come, you can catch up with Dean and Seamus. They miss you." Hermione smiled and wanted to grab Harry's wrist.

Harry took a step back, out of her reach and shook his head. "I wasn't finished. Draco let me see who my real friends are. And I'm sorry but right now, Draco is being a better friend than you." He said softly.

They gasped.

"Harry, you don't mean that." Hermione said with tears in her eyes.

"I mean it, Hermione."

"So you're just going to dump us for those snakes?" Ron snapped. "Merlin, Harry, being a snake is really changing you and not in a good way."

"Believe what you want. I just don't think that this friendship will work. Good bye." Harry said softly and made his way back to Draco and Blaise.

Ron clenched his fist in anger but led Hermione back to the castle. They would find a solution for this. Harry would come back to them, he was sure.

Draco was concerned when he saw Harry's sad face. "Harry, what's wrong?"

"Yeah, what's up? Did the Golden Trio split?" Blaise said jokingly.

Harry looked up at the sky. "I suppose we did."

"What?" Both boys stared at Harry.

"Why did that happen and how?" Draco asked confused.

"It was just… They tried to convince me again that you are a bad influence and that I should spend more time with them, instead of with you. Oh yeah, they also forgave me my out lash and the fact that I had rubbed it in Ron's face that I was the original Captain. They were… annoying me. I thought about it and I just realized we were drifting apart for months now. Even if you and I weren't friends, I doubt we would have been friends much longer. It had to happen sometime." Harry answered softly.

"I'm sorry. It's too bad you had to end it this way. Are you okay?" Draco asked concerned.

"Yeah, I'm okay." Harry sighed.

Draco decided to risk a joke. "Well, I did warn you in our first year: I'm the best choice."

It worked. Harry chuckled. "Yes, you did. Who would've thought you would be right about something?"

"Hey!" Draco said offended.

Harry smiled a little and then sighed when he looked at his watch. "We better get going before we're too late for Transfiguration."

The two other boys nodded and followed Harry – after casting each other a worried look. How bad was Harry affected by the end of the Golden Trio? He acted fine, but they both knew he wasn't. And how could he be fine? He had just broken with people who had been his best friends for years. On top of that, Harry also had to get used to being a Slytherin.

Draco knew it was awful and horrible of him, but he was sort of happy that Harry had broken with Granger and Weasley. He had always known they weren't good for Harry. A Weasley and a Know – It – All Mudbl – Granger? Draco shuddered at that thought. Thank Merlin Harry had come to his senses and had dumped them.

By the end of the day, the whole school knew about the fall out of the Golden Trio. This time the students were whispering and guessing what had happened to cause this. Some said it was because Harry had wanted to date Hermione (Harry grimaced when he heard that one) and Ron had been furious about it because he wanted Hermione (now that one was possible, Harry thought). Others claimed it was because Harry had flirted with Ginny (really, what was everyone thinking?) and Ron had gotten mad. Then there was the rumor that the hatred between Gryffindor and Slytherin had gotten between the Trio and had ripped them apart. The last rumor (which Harry silently admitted was the closest one to the truth) claimed that Draco Malfoy was somehow involved in the breakup of the Trio.

"Well, at least they're not afraid anymore that I'll turn dark." Harry grimaced when they sat down for dinner. "That's the positive side of this."

"That gossip will stop soon enough." Draco soothed.

"You think?" Harry asked hesitatingly.

"I'm sure of it." Draco nodded. Otherwise there will be given some threats, he smirked.

Suddenly a guy from Hufflepuff appeared behind them. "Is it true?"

"Is what true?" Blaise asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Is it true that the Golden Trio split up?" The boy repeated his question, looking eager for an answer.

"I don't think it's your business." Draco snapped.

"I just want to know what happened." The Hufflepuff protested.

"And I want to hex you, but that can't happen either." Draco said annoyed.

"Draco, calm down." Harry said and briefly touched Draco's arm before turning to the Hufflepuff. "Can you please go back to your table?"

"But why can't you tell us? We have the right to know what has happened." The boy replied stubbornly.

"No, you don't have a right to know. None of you have a right to pry in my private life. So no, I'm not going to tell you what happened. Now, please go back to your table." Harry said, trying to stay calm.

The boy huffed. "Fine." He muttered annoyed and walked back to the Hufflepuff table. The others at the table looked disappointed when the boy had nothing to tell them.

Two pairs of amber colored and blue grey eyes looked concerned at Harry.

"Did you hear what happened?" Sirius asked, looking troubled.

Remus nodded. "Yes. Do you think he'll be all right?" He knew how much Harry cared for his friends and was immensely surprised to hear that they had split up. Remus wondered what had happened to make Harry take this decision. He assumed Harry had taken the initiative to break with his friends, seeing as Ron and Hermione were glaring at Harry.

Snape snorted. "He's Potter. He will survive. I'm just surprised it has taken so long for Potter to realize that his so called friends are worth as much as one Knut. Be glad he got rid of them."

"Why do you say that? They were best friends." Remus frowned.

"They were best friends months ago. Haven't you noticed how their friendship was falling apart this summer? They were never best friends to begin with." Snape rolled his eyes.

"But they were fine, just a few days ago." Sirius protested.

"Gryffindors aren't exactly known for their observation skills, but surely you must have noticed how bad it has gotten between them. Mister Weasley had even thrown a fit because Potter received some points of me for a made potion." Snape answered calmly.

Sirius and Remus gaped at him. "You gave Harry points?" Sirius asked incredulously.

"It was a good potion. Stop pulling those ridiculous faces." Snape snapped.

Both men closed their mouths.

"Anyway, apparently Granger had reprimanded Potter for receiving points; she deemed it unfair. The result was that Potter's magic lashed out and burned her a bit." Snape snorted.

"Did you see Harry lashing out?" Sirius asked frowning. He couldn't see Harry acting so violent.

"No."

"Then how do you know Harry lashed out?" Sirius asked confused.

"I have my resources." Snape simply answered.

"Are you spying on Harry?" Remus asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It's Potter we're talking about." Snape replied cryptically.

The men just shook their head, not bothering to try to understand Snape's answer.

"We can visit him after dinner." Remus suggested, thinking it would be best if Harry had the chance to talk with them. He had to be upset about the ending of his friendship.

"No, you can't." Snape interjected, taking a sip from his water.

"Why not?" Sirius glared.

"Because he has an appointment with me." Snape murmured, keeping his voice low to avoid the Headmaster from listening in on their conversation.

Dumbledore was happily chattering with Flitwick.

"Appointment? What kind of appointment?" Sirius frowned, keeping his voice low too.

"Let's just say that boy needs to have more… control over his mind." Snape said carefully.

Both men were surprised when they realized Harry would learn Occlumency again.

"When was this decided?" Remus asked curiously.

"Ask the boy." Snape answered.

Sirius and Remus glanced at each other and decided to talk to Harry tomorrow.

Two hours later, Harry stood before Snape's door; Garin curled around his neck. Ruby and Sapphire were in the dorms, lying on his bed. The only light in the dark hallway of the dungeon came from a torch next to the door.

Draco had wanted to accompany him to Snape's quarters, but Harry had managed to convince him to stay in the dorms. He really didn't need a babysitter. Harry cringed at that thought. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

"Enter." Snape's voice sounded clear, even through the door.

Harry opened the door and slipped inside. He looked around and saw Snape sitting behind his desk, looking through some papers.

"Take a seat, Potter." Snape gestured to the chair across from him.

Harry sat down and waited patiently until Snape paid attention to him. He didn't have to wait long.

"So, Potter, think you can clear your mind enough, even though you ended your friendship with your dear Gryffindors?" Snape asked, quirking an eyebrow.

Harry groaned. "You heard that?"

Snape smirked. "Of course. The whole school is wondering why their Savior has broken off his friendship with his Gryffindor friends."

"Of course they're wondering." Harry muttered.

Snape studied him. "We can talk about your problems on another time, but we have Occlumency now."

"Huh?" Harry asked baffled. Problems? What problems?

"We will take a different approach this time, since last time didn't work." Snape's lip curled up at the memory.

Harry blushed ashamed. "Yeah, about that, I apologize for seeing your memories. I went too far." He muttered, not looking Snape in the eyes.

Snape looked at him for a moment with unreadable eyes and then nodded. "For tonight, I want you to concentrate on clearing your mind from every thought – how difficult that may be for you." He said dryly.

Harry ignored the jab and asked, "What are you going to do, sir?"

"I'm going to test your barriers. I'm not going to use Legilimency yet." Snape replied.

Harry nodded and closed his eyes. All right, clear all the thoughts, Harry thought and forced himself to clear his mind. It went well for a few seconds, then he thought about Ron and Hermione and the fight they had today. "Shit." He cursed.

"Just try again. It's not going to work from the first try." Snape said calmly.

Harry took a deep breath and then tried again.

He practiced for two hours straight and when Snape called an end to it, he felt tired. This was weird considering he hadn't done anything too difficult.

"Get some rest. Until our next lesson, I want you to practice clearing your mind – preferable not in my lessons. Practice before you go to sleep. You can go now." Snape ordered, sitting back in his chair. He had spent two hours testing Potter's barriers and he was feeling a bit tired too.

Harry nodded and just when he was about to leave, Snape said, "The mutt and the wolf want to see you tomorrow."

"Why?" Harry asked curiously.

Snape scoffed. "Because they are worried obviously."

Harry contemplated that and nodded. "Goodnight, sir."

"Goodnight, Potter."

Harry was so exhausted when he finally made it to his bed that he didn't notice Draco's relieved face. Neither did he saw the tender smile that was directed at him.

The next day, Harry was cuddled and soothed by Sirius and Remus. They told him he could always come to them whenever he wanted and when they heard the reason why Harry wanted to learn Occlumency from Snape (to avoid Dumbledore and Voldemort rummaging in his head) they praised him for his good idea.

The following weeks were… exhausting and strange. Harry had Occlumency lessons every Monday, Wednesday, Friday and Saturday and he was beginning to get a grasp of it. Besides the Occlumency lessons, he had to work on his homework too, practice Quidditch every Thursday and Sunday with the Slytherin team and he visited Remus and Sirius every week. Throughout the weeks, Harry had gotten closer to Draco and Blaise.

Unfortunately, that could not be said for the Gryffindors. Ever since Harry had ended his friendship with Ron and Hermione, the atmosphere had turned icy between Harry and the Gryffindor House. Harry didn't know what they had told the others, but it was clear Harry didn't come out of it positively. The Gryffindors were throwing glares at him whenever he entered a room or when he received points. The only ones being friendly were Neville and Dean. Harry was confused and hurt by the Gryffindors' rejection – people he had considered his friends – and as a result, Harry sought out Draco more and more. Not that Draco minded that – in fact he was very pleased that he was one of the few people that could make Harry laugh these days. He only regretted that Harry was shunned by his former House. That had never been his goal.

If Harry had any hopes to reconcile with the Gryffindors, he had to squash that down. One stupid thing would be the cause of hatred between Gryffindor and Slytherin so severe that the goal of the spell – bringing a united front – would be too optimistic to hope for. The cause of the hatred? Harry had rejected Ginny when she had asked him out to go to Hogsmead on the thirteenth of October. Harry, who felt nothing romantic for Ginny, had gently turned her down and had said she was more like a sister to him. Ginny had burst out in tears and had left the Great Hall, leaving a guilty Harry behind.

That evening – at dinner – Ron had stormed over to the Slytherin table and had demanded to know why Harry had dared to turn down his sister. Harry had explained that he didn't have any romantic feelings for Ginny.

Ron had exploded and has yelled, "Aren't Gryffindor girls not good enough for you anymore? Or are we too poor for you now that you're Malfoy's friend? You better watch your back, Potter!" Afterwards, he had stormed out of the hall.

That night Harry and Draco slept in the same bed again, with Sapphire and Ruby curled up at their feet and Garin sleeping next to Harry's head. Harry had been so hurt and Draco's soothing words had caused him to cry. Exhausted, he had fallen asleep in Draco's arms. Before falling asleep too, Draco had spelled his curtains shut to avoid Peeping Toms.

The next morning, Harry received a message from Dumbledore.

"Harry, my dear boy,

I'm pleased to let you know that our first lesson starts on the sixth of October, at seven thirty p.m. Be sure to be on time. You don't need anything else besides your wand.

Greetings

A. Dumbledore

P.S. I like chocolate cupcakes."

Harry sighed. Well, at least I can protect my mind better than a few months ago, he thought resigned.

How would his lesson with Dumbledore go?

AN2: So how was it? Please leave your thoughts behind in a review :)

See you all this Friday again!

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