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Can You Keep a Secret?	By : KusanoSaku Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 28184 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Title: Can you keep a Secret?
Authors: kusanobabe05 [kusanosakura] and socia0307
Pairing: DracoxHarry, TomxSeverus
Fandom: HP
Notes: Compatible up to the bathroom scene between Draco and Harry in Half-blood Prince- minus the Ginny interest. After that is completely AU…
Warning: drarry gets rather aggressive so be warned.

Chapter 43

It was summer…

Normally, an unhappy time for him but this time he had Draco, Narcissa, George, Theo, Blaise, Fred and Theo’s siblings. Not to mention Molly and Fleur popping in to look after them.

Draco came out onto the veranda of their house where Harry was curled up in a sofa with a book on male pregnancy.

"Here, I brought you lemonade. Dobby made it." Draco beamed, having taken a break from his Lordship duties.

Harry smiled patting the cushioned wicker sofa, "Come sit with me."

He had gotten pregnant in mid-March and they'd found out in late May. It was late June now, nearly his seventeenth birthday. He was now seventeen weeks pregnant and starting to show even when he was dressed. He wore paternity clothes, not as baggy as Dudley's old clothes; they are more comfortable and stylish thanks to Draco. He loved being with Draco like this, he caressed his stomach.

"It's been a while since I've been troubled with morning sickness, maybe I've gotten stronger. I think we're getting stronger, I love you. Thank you for coming with me." He still had to take potions to stay healthy; he loved their baby so much. She was an expression of their love and the connection between them that allowed him this gift. Draco was his beloved and his soulmate, he loved him very much and the closeness of sharing a home together with their extended family was helping him so much.

Draco rubbed his back which was often sore, "You ready for our appointment with Healer Apollo?"

Apollo Grannus was their healer; he had delivered Fleur and her sisters as well as worked for the Veela Court so it had been to convince him to keep their case a secret. He had taken an oath not to harm his patients and to publicize the Boy Who Lived's Pregnancy would put the entire family in danger.

They had their appointments here to keep their relationship and the child a secret.

Today was the day Harry knew they would finally find out what gender their baby was, they knew that Harry was only carrying a singleton.

There was a pop.

Dobby stood in front of them, "Healer Grannus be inside."

"Tell him we'll be right in." Draco said distractly, since Severus disappeared on him he was often distracted.

Harry smiled, "He'll say it's a girl, I know it is."

Draco picked him up and carried him inside; "Sometimes a mother knows, though I know you aren't a girl." it was true that 71% of 'mothers' correctly guessed a baby's gender.

"Of course, I'm not a girl, I'm just their papa and you're dad." Harry said resting his head on Draco's shoulder.

The healer was a handsome man, slim like Draco with gentle hazel eyes and wavy chestnut hair. Harry had liked him from the start.

"How are you Harry, any morning sickness?" Apollo asked jovially.

Harry shook his head as Draco set him down on the settee, "No, I'm still taking my potions. Professor Snape brewed them for me."

"Which ones have you taken recently?"

Harry blushed, "Calming draughts, I still get rather emotional. He made me a salve that relaxes my tired muscles. Draco helps me out when I get too sore to move, he's very good at massages. I have had some cramps though; I think it's because my body is adjusting to the growing womb. I've been reading books on pregnancy and I think I'm progressing properly even though I'm not female and I didn't use a potion."

Draco smiled, "I've followed your recommendations. We make sure he eats and drinks frequently, but in small amounts as soon as he is hungry or thirsty. He used to get sick more often on an empty stomach than one that is full. We avoid foods that are spicy. We are served clear cold liquids such as lemonade or soda. He takes vitamins and nutrition potions at bedtime rather than at the start of the day to make sure he keeps them down. Dobby fixes meals with ginger because it seems to alleviate Harry's nausea and vomiting. My massages help him relax."

"I see, so are you ready for me to examine you?" Healer Apollo asked.

Harry nodded, "I can't wait for you to prove me right. I'm having a girl, I know it."

The healer used his wand to run the charms that checked on Harry's condition, "Harry is fine. You're a little over three months pregnant and…." there was a slight pause and the healer grinned, "Harry's right, he is having a girl."

Harry caressed his stomach, "I was right, it's a girl. I love you and Iris so much Draco."

“I love you…perhaps; it’s time to officially start preparing for Iris…” Draco mused to himself.

Healer Apollo left them an adjusted diet and potions prescription as he always did but they were a bit wrapped up in one another to pay attention.

XooooooX

Alaric was in the middle of a lonely breakfast when Andromeda arrived.

Nagini was either getting to known Hades in the hopes of mating or considering strangling him. As the larger snake, it was a possibility and it was her choice to accept Hades or not. If Hades wasn’t the right choice, Nagini was welcome to pick her own mate.

After all he did own a snake shop, if Nagini and Hades did breed together then he could always sell the offspring on commission but the prospective owners would be vetted by himself or Nagini.

Salazar help the fool who thought they could trick her…

“Are you going to ignore me Alaric in favour of your breakfast or listen to my plan for your courtship of Severus Prince?” Andromeda snipped.

“Pardon me, I was slightly distracted. You see, I’ve decided to embark on a far more neutral career having put my Dark Lord ways officially behind me when it comes to public reputation.”

“Oh?” Andromeda frowned, “Just what sort of career are you considering? Teaching Defence?”

Alaric snorted, “Of course not, my former teachers such as Flitwick and Slughorn would easily recognize me and then I would be turned over the Ministry. My Slytherin allies would shield me in the Wizengamot so that I might not be recognized. Actually, I’ve decided to take after my ancestor in another fashion, he raised a basilisk. I’ve decided to breed a rare crossbreed, my Nagini and a recent purchase, Hades who is a rare silver labyrinth Burmese. His worth is to be deducted from the management’s ‘rent’…”

“Interesting, I’ve considered a snake myself. Snake skin is best fresh in potions but I am not a natural parseltongue, there are spells to comprehend it. I doubt I could have as strong of a master-familiar bond as yourself and Nagini but it might be worth considering.” Andromeda mused.

“If your assistance results in Severus accepting our soulbond and returning to Merrivale, you are welcome to ask Nagini if she would consider allowing you to attempt a familiar among her first clutch.” Alaric offered.

“You succeed in breeding this clutch, I know of an albino Burmese male you might be able to breed one of them to.”

“Oh?”

“Minerva has a son; it’s not common knowledge at present. Albus’ memory charm broke after his death which has caused serious issues between them. They are Ted’s newest patients. Minerva is uncomfortable about having a Slytherin son who is a parseltongue and has a huge snake for a familiar. He’s not pleased with having an absentee workaholic mother who spent his entire Hogwarts career ignoring him and grading him harshly for being a Slytherin. After you make up with Severus, you might consider involving him in your breeding program.”

“I’ll consider it, what was Albus’ excuse for meddling with McGonagall?”

“He wanted her as his right hand at Hogwarts and in the Order; she was content focusing on teaching and her marriage.” Andromeda shrugged.

“Ah, so about this idea of yours?”

Andromeda smirked, “Oh you’ll hate it, but it’s perfect. I considered every option but when its music you want about love there is one option and it isn’t that sappy Celestina Warbeck.”

“One option?” then Alaric groaned, “Tell me you’re not dragging me, where I think you are.”

“If by that you mean Denmark Street near Charing Cross Road then yes. Come on now I don’t have all day.”

Apparating to Charing Cross was familiar, but wandering down a street Alaric barely remembered was rather daunting.

They passed recording studios, music publishers, various dance clubs, a comic and science-fiction bookshop called Forbidden Planet, a Job Centre, music instrument stores and a music bookshop called Helter Skelter.

But it was Argent’s that he was led to by Andromeda.

After graduation from Hogwarts, Alaric had chosen to limit his interactions with the Muggle World and it was slightly disconcerting to be dragged there by a well-meaning
Andromeda Tonks.

Andromeda led him over to the lyric books, “I recommend glancing through these, make a list of the songs and then we’ll go have the mix-tapes made.

“What will you be doing?”

“I? I will be haunting the private museum of music art upstairs or Gioconda Café, the coffee bar down the street. They often have live music or poetry readings by local artists and writers.”

“Music art?” Alaric frowned.

“Framed versions of paintings used as album art.” With that brusque response, he was alone surrounded by Muggles.

Alaric pulled up his ‘don’t bother me or else aura’ and began paging through the lyric books.

While he didn’t possess Severus’ eidetic memory, Alaric had above average retention. He began his list, wondering just how unSlytherin this was…

XooooooX

Draco emerged from hiding out of reluctance, he would much rather spend the day at Ivy Hall with Harry.

Unfortunately, Fred and George’s grandfather had convinced him to make his first public appearance at the Board of Governor’s Meeting which was being held at Wellsley Hall.

“Ah, Lord Malfoy!” Septimus greeted him politely.

Draco nodded, “Lord Weasley.”

“How is your consort? Mary is forever telling us about him.”

“Harry is doing well; his birth healer was finally able to prove his intuition that he is carrying a daughter.”

“Was that today?” Septimus frowned.

“Yes, but Harry understand that the future is important. In the wake of Dumbledore’s sudden death, there is a need for new leadership. Besides, it gives him time to make final touches on the nursery.”

“Harry?” Dowager Lady Longbottom frowned.

Draco preened, “Yes, we are expecting a child and his best friend Hermione Granger is to be her godmother.”

“I thought that you and Mr. Potter had many differences of opinions.”

“We were both dragged into this war, we decided that we weren’t going to continue to be dragged about. It was certainly a surprise to be soulmates, I am more than grateful to have Harry and our daughter in our lives.”

“How do the Weasleys feel about this Septimus?” Lady Augusta frowned.

Septimus chuckled, “Arcturus had always been rather stubborn, he gets this from Cedrella. They unofficially adopted young Harry and have decided that his daughter will number among their grandchildren. We’ve all lost so many because of this war, it seems that young Draco here is far more Black than Malfoy. He requested that I become his mentor.”

That would be cause for serious gossip…

Septimus ushered Draco into his dining room where the Board was meeting.

“We have two matters before us…” Augusta snipped.

“There is the matter of votes Augusta.” Septimus interjected.

“How so?”

“The House of Malfoy has long been the proxy for the House of Prince.”

“What of it?”

“As consort and equal, technically Lord Malfoy also has claim to the House of Black and House Potter.”

“This is relevant how?”

“I believe what Lord Weasley is referring to is that there is a limit of two votes per Governor. Unfortunately, Lord Weasley also retains the House of Prewett’s vote, otherwise I would ask him to hold the Black vote. Yet, I believe my mother’s cousin Ethan Bones is here?”

“Yes? I suppose I am…”

“You are Alphard’s youngest and Susan’s sire?” Draco asked thoughtfully.

“Of course.”

“Then, perhaps you could hold the Black vote for today? I will stick to the Malfoy and Prince vote.”

“May I take Harry’s vote?” Luna beamed at him.

Draco coughed, “I am sure that Harry would approve. Now, I believe the first matter of business is the successor as Headmaster or Headmistress of Hogwarts?”

Neville’s formidable Gran, seemed perturbed with him but Draco wasn’t entirely sure if this was because of himself, his father or his despicable Aunt Bellatrix.

“We have a letter from Professor McGonagall. Apparently, as flattering as our offer is the betrayals of Dumbledore are far too much for her to consider taking his post.” Augusta scoffed.

“As a relatively recent student might I offer a suggestion?” Draco asked.

“If you’re going to recommend Snape, then no.” Augusta sniffed disdainfully.

Draco sighed, “While I am of the opinion that my godfather would be far more suited to administration than teaching, that was not who I had in mind.”

“Oh, do tell Draco!” Luna said almost bouncing in her seat to Augusta’s obvious disapproval.

“I think that this professor has an outstanding reputation not only in his subject but is well respected by students in every House. I think even you Lady Longbottom could hardly find fault with offering Professor Flitwick the position of Headmaster.” Draco said bemused.

“Well, I…” Neville’s gran seemed stunned.

“Yes! I second that. Professor Filius is the nicest and most helpful professor!” Luna said clapping.

“While I never had Flitwick for a professor, my siblings and my children have had nothing but praise.” Ethan Bones mused.

Draco was silently smug when not one Governor was in objection.

“Then there is the matter of a Defence professor since Snape resigned.”

“Quirrell and Lockhart were very poor Ravenclaws. Lupin was decent Gryffindor. Fake Moody was a mad Slytherin and Umbridge was so distasteful that I am surprised that the Sorting Hat chose to sort her at all. I think it’s time that we have a Hufflepuff.” Draco said thoughtful.

Then was some snickering but Draco ignored it.

“Whom did you have in mind?” Augusta sniffed.

“I believe you are close to Head Auror Scrimgour?” Draco said with a fake smile.

Augusta grumbled. “Yes? What of it?”

“I think it’s about time we had a real expert, I think we should request that my cousin Dora Tonks be assigned to Hogwarts. After all, we could only benefit from having an Auror teaching. Especially given the lack of consistent instruction, the only decent professors we had were Lupin, Fake Moody and my godfather.” Draco beamed.

Draco’s moves had been carefully planned between himself and Septimus Weasley, he caught the slight nod the elder wizard gave him. His debut into politics had a marked difference from his father’s years as a Governor…

Luna seemed so bubbly that she didn’t seem to be all there, until you looked into his cousin’s eyes. How much of her persona was calculated, he wondered.

With the pressing business put to bed, Draco bid the others good day and was about to floo to Hogwarts.

Luna had asked if she and Draco could let Flitwick know the ‘good news’.

Septimus had chuckled and dismissed them. Clearly, he thought that as cousins, albeit distant ones they should spend more time together.

Once the two of them reached the receiving room, Luna stopped him.

“I know you aren’t a secret keeper but might I be allowed to visit?” Luna asked quietly.

“I will pass your wish to Harry, I’m sure he can send an elf for you.” Draco promised.

“Thank you. Is Hermione doing better?”

“She seems to be recovering, but unlike Harry she despises being carried about.” Draco chuckled to himself.

“She has always been an independent sort.” Luna giggled.

“True.”

“Well give her and Harry my best.”

Draco nodded, he really didn’t like being away from Harry or Iris for very long…

But he did want to make the notification himself, while Flitwick wasn’t his godfather he had serious respect for the diminutive Charms Master.

XooooooX

Alaric was so lost in the lyric books that he was startled when his notebook was pulled out from under his arm.

“Eighteen artists? I’m impressed. I didn’t expect half so many, especially American ones. Interesting choices.”

“Now what?” Alaric scowled.

“There is a little-known shop down the street that has a large library of music, you give them a list of songs and they make you something that,” Andromeda’s voice dropped, “Muggles,” before returning to her usual tone, “from Dora’s generation would call a Mixtape. Usually, these days there those who prefer to make Compilation CDs but we’re in the mood for something more esoteric. After all, we don’t possess the ability to play cassette tapes or CDs.”

His list in hand, the Black Witch and Former Queen of Slytherin ushered him out of the Argent’s, though he did wonder why she didn’t dump him in Helter Skelter that claimed to be a music bookshop.

Andromeda led him to a shop called Y.M.Y.W.

Inside was a sort of library of music most of it was on unfamiliar storage devices.

Having left the Muggle world for the last time to head for Hogwarts his Seventh year, he was only familiar with records.

“My cousin is working on a series of courting gifts.”

The guy behind the counter blinked at them, “Huh?”

“A series of gifts before a ring, his intended is old-fashioned and old money.” Andromeda said exasperated.

“So ya chose our shop?”

“They were brought together by music, it seemed appropriate. Alaric has a list of songs here. He has an unusual request though.”

The shop boy blinked, “What sort of request?”

“Alaric’s Vera is partial to records. I see you offer for a steeper price that you will record on vinyl.”

It was Alaric’s turn to be confused, Vera?

“What are the songs? Any preference to their order?”

Andromeda was dismissive, “Whatever order seems best.” Then she proceeded to read off the song list as well as their artists.

Alaric was surprised how easily she interacted with Muggles given that she was Bellatrix’s sister…

“I married beneath me, Ted was from a working-class family. His father worked as a longshoreman before and after the war, while his mother was a secretary for a time. He decided I needed to mingle with lesser beings, I couldn’t run around acting like Princess Margaret because I wasn’t.”

Having grown up in Muggle London during the second World War and the blitz; normally one would think that Alaric missed the Blitz since it lasted from September 7, 1940 to May 10, 1941 but under Dippet few were allowed to spend any holidays at Hogwarts.

Orphanages were foreign concepts to Wizarding Folk, and trying to explain it wasn’t home had been like talking to stone. The kids at the orphanage disliked him because they sensed he was different and honestly, they started the mistreatment that was blamed on him but try telling that to Dumbledore.

He was naturally aloof so it was hard for his abusers at that orphanage to break him, the children duplicated the mistreatment thinking it would earn them favours.

If he really hated Muggles as much as it was believed, Alaric would have blown up that orphanage.

He just never truly blamed the other children for how awful some of them became, after all how would they learn to be good people if they were raised by monsters in human form.

Perhaps, that why he acknowledged magical creatures because he learned long ago that the true monsters were Muggles and keeping their society separated from theirs was not cowardice. It was to preserve their culture but how could they do that if Muggleborns didn’t know anything about pureblood culture and were ostracized to the point that they ran back to the Muggle world?

Something that he sort of made worse, he had to find ways to incorporate the Muggleborns so they would chose to stay to in the Magical World where they could be free to use their magic and not have to worry about getting yelled at by the Ministry for using magic too near Muggles.

Perhaps, they should create a sort of House of Commons for the untitled to propose laws but of course they had to pass the Wizengamot before being signed by the Minister for Magic.

Once Andromeda paid, they left the shop with a date for pick up.

They stopped at the coffee shop because Alaric was slightly interested in it before they headed into Diagon Alley where Alaric had to remove monies from his vaults to ‘repay’ Andromeda for her assistance and costs.

XooooooX

Hermione and Harry were in the nursery, Hermione was knitting for Harry again.

Dippy had only been too pleased to fetch her more yarn and to gently wash each finished item.

When Hermione was less inclined to send someone to fetch a book for her or she finished Remus’ assigned revisions in preparation for the lessons he oversaw, she was knitting. It felt a lot safer since there was no Ron to destroy her gifts.

Harry frowned at her, “If you were supportive, why didn’t you begin sooner?”

Hermione flinched, “I did… Luna can vouch for me. She found me sobbing over the ruins of my gifts. Ron decided to use them to practice his spell work. All I was left with were singed scraps of yarn that looked almost like a pile of lint rather than knitted caps, booties or blankets. I know my previous attempts were disastrous but I was relearning to knit with magic but Mrs. Weasley gave me some assistance the last few summers.”

“I see…” Harry didn’t really know much about knitting other than Mrs. Weasley could do it and Hermione used to be awful.

Harry returned to organizing Iris’ bureau while Hermione was curled up in the rocker.

“Well, this is interesting.” Came Remus’ familiar voice.

“Hey Moony!” Harry beamed.

“I remember when it was Lily knitting for you… but James wasn’t pregnant.” Remus let out a nervous laugh.

“Well, even if she won’t have my parents, Iris will still have Nana Molly, Grandpa Arthur, Grandad Moony and I think Narcissa said grand-mère.”

“At least one of the Marauders can be in your children’s lives…”

“Honestly, as much as I miss Sirius, I think I would trust you with my children first.”

Remus pulled out a handkerchief and started to sniffle. “Your parents said that…well something like that. They may have made Sirius your godfather but they promised that I would have custody instead. Something about Sirius having no idea how to watch a child. Sirius was always sulking when the ‘broom incident’ was brought up.”

“Broom incident?” Hermione frowned setting aside her knitting.

“Andromeda was Sirius’ favourite cousin and the only Black to stay in contact other than their mutual Uncle Alphard. Andromeda was called in to St. Mungos on an emergency and Ted wasn’t due home for half an hour. Sirius was the only one available at the time. Andromeda never quite forgave him for leaving his broom out where Dora could get it. Ted found a bewildered Padfoot and a screaming Dora; she had a concussion, a nasty bump on the head and a broken arm. Sirius claimed he’d never hurt a hair on your head and yet sent you a toy broom for your birthday. Needless to say, your mother Lily was not impressed.” Remus said dabbing his eyes.

Harry swallowed, “Mione remind me to lock the brooms up...”

Remus chuckled, “Won’t do any good if she takes after Dora, walks right through wards that one. I hear she puts it to good use as an Auror.”

“She’s sweet on you…” Hermione pipped up.

“That is just weird, she is Sirius’ cousin… I was THIRTEEN when she was born. Can’t imagine what she sees in me anyway.”

Hermione glowered, “You’re the best Defence teacher we ever had! I will hex you if you talk like that.”

“Down Hermione!” Harry teased.

“I am not a dog!” the witch fumed.

“No, you’re a cat.” Harry giggled.

“I thought I was an otter.” Hermione frowned.

“More of a cat. Besides, Crookshanks likes you.”

“He’s boy!”

“Smart cat, Sirius never liked cats much but he liked yours.” Remus said thoughtfully.

“Remus if you’re going to say bad things about yourself, then you’re going to rearrange the nursery for me.”

“You are just like your mother.” Remus sniffed. “She threatened the exact same thing.”

“Why?”

“James and Sirius were off at Auror training, I couldn’t get hired so I was often around. In fact, I was the only one home with her when she went into labour. I had to send for Andromeda but Lily sent her patronus to tell James.”

“Well, I want you here when Iris in born…”

“But I’m a,” Remus waved his hand.

“Pish posh, I don’t give a knut about that. Draco wouldn’t dare. If my mother trusted you here when she was at her most vulnerable then that’s good enough for me.” Harry said sharply.

Remus dabbed his eyes again and then began to finally tell Harry stories about himself as a baby to which Hermione began to share some that she’d heard about herself.

XooooooX

Flooing to a professor’s office wasn’t something Draco had ever done before but Luna seemed oddly adept.

“Oh Professor!” Luna called out in a sing-song voice.

“Luna dear is that you?”

To Draco’s surprise, Flitwick levitated himself over a pile of books.

“We’ve just come from the Board of Governors Meeting and Cousin Draco had the most Marvelous Idea. You’d think he was wearing my ancestor’s diadem.”

“Really, what idea did you have Mr. Malfoy?” Flitwick blinked at him.

“With Dumbledore passed on,” Draco sneered briefly, “and McGonagall refusing the position I just asked if a current student could make a recommendation.”

“Yes…”

“And Draco recommended YOU.” Luna skipped around the diminutive Charms Master excitedly.

“Me? Why me??” Flitwick blinked.

“Well, Professor Snape resigned and you are currently one of the most respected professors. I know that you are extremely respected in your field and the vote was unanimous after all.”

“Me… Headmaster…”

“I think Myrtle would be proud.” Luna pipped up.

“You think so?”

“She was a good friend. My first friend here… she let me use her bathroom when I was being bullied before you intervene. In fact, she told me to tell you…” Luna hung her head.

“There will be a very blatant no tolerance on bullying police if I am Headmaster…” Flitwick warned.

Draco sighed, “I know I was a real prat before. I think Harry and I got away with more than we should have. There was a reason why I didn’t tell anyone Hermione punched me, upon reflection I realised I deserved it.”

“As long as we’re clear, then I accept!”

Luna pointed her wand at her throat, casting the amplifying charm, “Attention Hogwarts, this is Governors Lovegood and Malfoy with an announcement per Governor Malfoy’s recommendation a new Head of Hogwarts has been chosen unanimously. It is an auspicious day for Ravenclaw House, Hogwarts’ new Headmaster is Professor Flitwick. His replacement as Head of Ravenclaw will be Professor Vector as she is the next senior Ravenclaw alumni among the professors.”

After Luna cast quietus on herself, Flitwick was blowing his nose into a handkerchief.

“You needn’t have done that…” the new Headmaster protested.

Luna beamed at him, “Of course I did! Mummy would have been so proud, she always said you were her favorite professor.”

“I will be needing to find new professors…” Flitwick frowned.

“My cousin will be assigned to Hogwarts as your new Defence professor.” Draco assured him.

“I suppose with Severus having resigned, I ought to have Horace stay on to teach Potions. Is Harry in contact with Remus?” Flitwick asked.

Draco nodded. “Yes…”

“Good. I have a few apprentices who could take on the younger years but I would like it if Remus considered teaching the OWL and NEWT students. Charms was always his best subject.”

Draco smirked, “I will pass it on…”

“Will you and Harry be returning to Hogwarts?”

Draco shrugged, “I don’t know. Harry won’t be delivering until sometime in the Fall.”

“What if he was given assignments until then? I plan on making you and Miss Granger Head Boy and Head Girl respectively if you pass your Ministry exams that is.”

“What about my duties as a Governor and a member of the Wizengamot?”

“I’m sure that Luna will be happy to discuss that with you. Now I will have to convince my apprentices to teach the First through Fourth Years. Oh, it is a pity that Severus will not be returning, I had hoped that George Weasley would apprentice to him.”

“I had hoped to as well.” Draco said darkly.

Luna’s response to that was to send him straight home.

Draco was no longer pleased with himself for his success on first ever Board of Governors Meeting.

He ended up spending what was left of the afternoon sulking…

What do you think? Outstanding? Exceeds Expectations? Acceptable? Poor? Dreadful? Troll?
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