True to your heart

Chapter 14: Old Friends (and enemies) Return.

When Harry got back from Hogsmeade late that afternoon, the first thing he did was go back his dormitory and collapse on his bed.

For a couple of hours he just lay there thinking; thinking about how lucky he was. He had two best friends who were the best anyone could ever ask for, he had a godfather who did all he could to protect him and be there when Harry needed him. And of course there was Draco, how could he ever forget him? He was Harry's first love and soul mate, before he met Draco he hadn't thought it possible for soul mates to exist, but his attitude towards them changed when he fell in love with his. Harry didn't know what he'd do if he ever lost Draco or if something ever happened to him. Everyone who Harry had ever cared for died, he just prayed that nothing like that ever happened to anyone else, the sooner he and Draco stopped Voldemort the better.

An owl tapping at the window broke his train of thought. He sighed, stood up and walked over to the window. He opened it wide and moved aside to let the owl in. The owl flew in, deposited the letter on the bed and flew back out the window.

Harry picked up the letter and looked at the writing on the front, he recognized it immediately and tore the envelope open.

Dear Harry,

I hope you're safe and well. I am fine and well hidden so you don't need to worry about me. I wish I could tell you where I am but as you know there is always the risk of the owl being intercepted.

Professor Dumbledore told me about your and Draco's magical abilities. He also told me that you two are taking advanced classes in all your subjects except Divination and Care Of Magical Creatures. This includes potions, my sympathy goes out to you (rather you than me, I think I'd end up killing the slimy sod). I should tell you to behave yourself and prove you can do what is destined for you. But if you were to throw a Filli Buster Firework in potions and send bright pink goo all over that greasy haired git, I wouldn't be able to say anything because I wouldn't know about it (Hint, hint).

If you have any trouble or problems, don't forget I'm always within owling reach.

Take care of yourselves, and try not to get into too much trouble (basically don't do anything I would do).

I'll keep in touch and try to meet you and Draco sometime soon.

Be careful,

Sirius

Harry smiled when he finished reading Sirius' letter. Sirius wasn't shocked when he found out that his godson was gay and he hadn't even said anything about Harry and Draco being together, and gave Draco a chance to prove that he wasn't going to do anything to hurt Harry. Harry was thankful for this, Sirius was the closest thing Harry had ever had to a father and if he supported him in being gay, maybe his mum and dad would have felt the same way. Harry was still smiling as he lay back down on the bed and fell asleep.

Harry awoke the next morning feeling as happy as he had been the previous evening. He was still smiling as he stepped out of bed. Anyone watching would have seen the big cheesy grin on his face and thought he was loony.

He grabbed his cloak, jeans and a clean T-shirt, quickly got dressed and hurried down to the great hall for breakfast.

When he got there Ron and Hermione were already sat at the table. Harry started towards them but abruptly stopped in his tracks, there were no empty seats anywhere near them. The only empty seat was at the end of the table with the first years.

Harry couldn't help feeling angry, annoyed and upset all at the same time, as he made his way to the end of the table and sat on the very end seat. Ron and Hermione were supposed to be his best friends, they always saved each other seats and Harry couldn't help feeling betrayed, in the sense that his best friends had forgotten that he even existed, it now appeared.

As soon as he sat down a voice said, "Morning Potter."

Harry looked up and saw Draco half-smiling back at him, 'Wait a minute. No smirk? What's he doing?'

"Morning Malfoy," he replied, looking down at his plate.

"What's wrong? Granger and the Weasel abandon you? I know how you feel."

Harry didn't think and replied automatically, "I bet you do, don't you?" he said, without looking up, then what Draco had said sank in and Harry's head snapped up. "What did you say?"

"I said," he began, sitting down in the recently vacated seat across from Harry, "what's wrong with you? Is that illegal?" Draco asked, looking at Harry innocently and grabbing an apple from a bowl of fruit.

Harry wasn't sure whether Draco had cracked up or was up to something, so he decided to act like he did whenever they were around other people. "Coming from you? Yeah it is."

"Well that's what I came to talk to you about," Draco said. By now the whole of the Gryffindor table and most of the great hall was silent, watching and listening to their conversation.

"Why'd you think I'd want to talk you?" Harry replied.

"That's just it. After all the things I've said and done to you over the past seven years, you have absolutely no reason to trust me. And for what it's worth, I'm sorry."

Somewhere down the Gryffindor table Neville fell off of his chair in a dead faint at the shock of Draco Malfoy apologizing, and to Harry Potter of all people.

By this time Harry had realized that this was what Draco had been planning yesterday, so he continued to play along.

"Well, apology accepted. And I'm sorry too, sorry I didn't give you a chance when you offered your friendship on the train," Harry replied smiling.

Up at the teachers' table most of the professors were watching and listening in stunned silence that is except for Professors Snape and Dumbledore both had small smiles on their faces.

Just like the rumors said, Draco was in fact Snapes favorite pupil and he was glad Draco was taking this opportunity to make amends with Harry in public, something that he had failed to do over twenty years ago. Snape still felt that if he had made friends with his enemy before, it might have prevented him from becoming a death eater at sixteen and killing an old Muggle lady as part of his initiation, a vision that still haunted him today.

Back over at the Gryffindor table, Draco wasn't finished, "I also came to suggest calling a truce," Draco said, smiling at Harry, who was well aware that the whole of the Great Hall was sitting in silence, waiting to hear what Harry's response would be.

"You're right, this has gone on far too long. Truce?" he replied, sticking his hand out in Draco's direction.

Draco smirked slightly as he looked at Harry's hand and was overcome with a sense of De-Ja-Vu. They had been in this exact position before, but things had been different between them back then, things could never go back to being the way they were, and neither of them wanted them to.

"Truce," Draco replied taking Harry's hand in his. As soon as he did sparks passed between them, as they always did when they were close or touching.

When they let go of each other's hand the whole of Great Hall started buzzing with excited talk, this must have been the gossip of the century.

Harry and Draco were talking to each other when, "Harry James Potter!"

Harry looked up and saw Ron coming towards him, with Hermione close behind. Ron's face was red with anger and Hermione had her hands on her hips, looking very much like Professor McGonagall. Their expressions would have been funny if Harry didn't have the feeling of impending doom.

As soon as they reached him, Ron started yelling at Harry, "Harry, what do you think you're doing? This is Malfoy, have you lost your mind?"

Hermione nodded enthusiastically, agreeing that Harry must have concussion or something to make him forget that he hated Malfoy.

"Of course I know who he is, I'm not that dense," Harry replied coolly. Draco looked up in surprise. He had never heard that tone from Harry, especially not directed towards Ron and Hermione, and he didn't like it, it scared him slightly.

"Why are you even talking to him? You know what an idiot he is," Hermione argued.

"No he's not," Harry protested.

"Yes he is Harry, why won't you listen to us, we're your best friends and he's evil and cold hea..."

Harry finally snapped, "DON'T YOU DARE!" he yelled, making everyone, Draco included, jump. "You don't know anything about him."

"Harry he's a Death eater," Ron yelled back, "he'll run off and join daddy kissing Voldemort's arse at the first opportunity he gets."

"SHUT UP!" Harry yelled, at exactly the same time that Draco shouted, "HEY!"

Just before the argument turned into a full fist fight Professor Snape arrived behind Harry and Draco who at some point had stood up and were now stood at the end of the Gryffindor table facing Ron, Hermione had stood back when Ron accused Draco of being a Death eater, she didn't like him and she didn't trust him, and she agreed that he was an idiot, but she never thought he was a Death eater, he just didn't seem the killing, torturing type anymore.

"What's going on here?" he asked in his usual smooth and sarcastic tone.

"He," Harry said, pointing at Ron, "called Draco a Death eater sir."

Snape looked furious, "Is this true Weasley? Well false accusation is a very serious thing," Snape looked like he was about to take 150 points away from Gryffindor, and personally Harry couldn't care less. "I think I'll take..."

"It's ok Professor." Draco said.

Harry span around and looked at his boyfriend in disbelief, "No it's not, he called you a Death eater, Draco."

"I know he did Harry I heard him, but getting Professor Snape to take two hundred house points from him isn't going to make him change his mind," Draco told him.

"The only way he's going to know he's wrong is by showing him proof," Snape suggested from behind them.

Draco rolled up his left sleeve and showed everyone a muscular forearm, free of any hideous black marks, "There! Looks like the Weasel has been proved wrong yet again," Draco said maliciously as he rolled his sleeve back down.

"There's your proof Ron. It's nice to know that my best," he put extra emphasis on the word 'best', "friend can't trust my judgment when it comes to choosing people who I want to hang around with," Harry yelled, before storming out of the great hall, leaving Draco alone with a bunch of astonished Gryffindors.

"I hope you're happy Weasley, look what you've done. I don't know about you, but in my books friends don't treat friends like that and they trust each other, and I happen to know that Harry's feels the same way. I think you need to re-look up your definition of a best friend," Draco shouted before leaving the Great Hall and following Harry.

The whole of the Gryffindor house, all of the Ravenclaws, and Hufflepuffs, some Slytherins and even Hermione gave Ron looks of disgust as they left the Great Hall or carried on eating their breakfasts, none of the speaking to Ron.

Draco practically ran back up to Harry's room. He paused for a minute to catch his breath before muttering the password, and standing back as it swung open.

He went up the stairs and knocked quietly on the door at the top. Silence. Draco opened the door slightly, "Harry?"

"Go away."

Draco completely ignored him and stepped fully into the room, "No," he walked over to where Harry was lying on the bed.

"Draco, please leave me alone."

Draco sat down on the bed, "Baby, I'm not leaving you alone. I'm sorry Ron upset you, he had no right to say that to you."

Harry turned over, so that he was lying on his side looking at his lover, "How can you act like what he said didn't hurt you?"

Draco altered his position so that he was lying down on the bed exactly the same way that Harry was, looking at him with his head propped up with his arm.

"Are you kidding me? Of course what he said hurt me," he paused and put a hand on Harry's arm, "it also pissed me off. But I think he hurt you more than he did me."

Harry looked at him before sighing and moving closer to Draco, who put his arms around him and pulled him closer to his chest. "I don't get why he said that though," he admitted.

Draco sighed, "I knew he wouldn't like it, but I had no idea he'd react like that."

"I can't believe he said you were a Death eater, I could have killed him."

Draco laughed, "You nearly did. It's a good job Snape came when he did otherwise you'd have murdered him, then you'd definitely have some explaining to do," Harry chuckled. "You scared me for a minute back there you know?" Draco said. "I could tell how angry you were, I could see it in your eyes. And I have to admit it did unnerve me."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to, it's just sometimes I can't help getting angry," Harry said, hugging Draco tighter. "But I think what hurt the most was that he accused you of being that evil."

"If you think about it though, it's perfectly understandable for him to think that. Especially after the way I've acted towards all of you in the past."

Harry lifted his head and kissed Draco lightly on the cheek, "I never thought you were going to be a Death eater. You do know that don't you?"

Draco nodded, "Of course I do! I knew that you never believed any of the rumors."

They were silent for a moment, "I found out why the Quidditch match wasn't Gryffindor Vs Slytherin," Draco told his boyfriend.

"Why?"

"Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw were complaining that they never got to play the first match. They said they wanted the chance to play first."

Harry nodded, "I was going to ask someone at breakfast this morning. Who told you?"

"I asked Snape last night. He said that the Gryffindor Vs Slytherin match is in a fortnight."

Harry sat bolt upright after hearing this piece of information, "A fortnight? Why didn't they tell us before?"

"I haven't a clue," Draco shrugged. "They must have assumed that we didn't need as much practice as before. After all Gryffindor and Slytherin are the best two teams in the school. Of course every one knows that Slytherin's the best," he added, in an effort to make his boyfriend smile, it worked too.

"Yeah right," Harry snorted. "Everyone knows Gryffindor has better skills."

Draco smiled and rolled his eyes, "Of course they do, you keep telling yourself that."

Harry's bad mood was gone as he pushed Draco so that he was lying flat on his back and rolled on top of him, pinning his hands above his head.

"You know, if you wanted to be on top of me all you had to do was ask," Draco said, smiling up at Harry, who started kissing the base of Draco neck, sucking and softly biting the skin there, making Draco gasp with surprise. "I like an element of surprise every now again," he murmured as he fumbled with the buttons on Draco's shirt, his lips never leaving Draco's neck, moving up and eventually meeting his lips in a fiery kiss full of passion, desire, and most of all love.

Hours later Harry and Draco were both lying in each other's arms, sweating and breathing heavily. Draco reached across Harry and picked up the alarm clock, "It's half-eleven. You do know you'll have to face them sooner or later, don't you?"

Harry groaned, "I suppose so."

"You might as well get it over with now," Draco sighed, throwing the covers off them both and getting up off the bed, and pulling Harry towards the bathroom. One of the advantages of having your own room was that you didn't have to share a bathroom with nosy housemates.

Just as they were about to go through the doors of the Great Hall, Harry started to get cold feet.

"Dray, I can't do this. I've changed my mind," he complained.

Draco stopped and sighed, "For God's sake Harry, it's only lunch, and it's not like we're going to come out to everyone in there, well not yet anyway," he added as an afterthought.

Harry just stared at him, "What do you mean not yet?"

Draco rolled his eyes, "Do you honestly think I'd keep this a secret for the rest of the year?"

Harry sighed, "How was I supposed to know? You said you didn't want people to know about us."

Draco stepped towards Harry, "I said we weren't ready to let people know about us yet. Look, Harry you are the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I can't wait to let people know how I really feel."

Harry looked around them, to make sure that there was no one around, before placing a quick soft kiss on Draco's lips, "You are the best to ever happen to me too, I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too," replied Draco. "Now please Harry come on, it won't be that bad I swear."

"You're not going to let me back down are you?" Draco shook his head. "Fine, I'll do it, but you owe me big time."

Draco nodded and pushed open the doors to the hall, leading Harry through.

Over at the Gryffindor table Hermione called them over, "Guys!"

Harry looked at Draco, who was looking back at him with an equally confused look on his face. Harry shrugged his shoulders, and began to walk down the Gryffindor table to where she was sat.

"Guys you can sit here," she told them, pointing to two empty seats between her and Ginny.

They both looked at the two of them surprised, Ginny just nodded and smiled at them as they sat down. This surprised Draco, he had never expected Hermione and Ginny to be so forgiving, if anything he had expected them to react the same way that Ron had done.

"Hi," he said nervously. "Listen guys I'm sorry for everything I've done to you since we started school."

Hermione and Ginny looked equally shocked at this, and Harry just smiled at his lover; he knew that that had taken some guts to do.

Hermione recovered from the shock first, and smiled at the Slytherin, "Don't worry about it Mal-Draco, besides we fought back just as hard as you did."

"So Draco," Ginny said, making polite conversation with him, "what's it like being Head Boy?"

"Um..." he began, reaching out and taking a sandwich off the platter in front of him, "it's okay I suppose, the duties are a bit heavy, like patrolling the halls at night and stuff like that, but otherwise it's really cool.

"I get to do almost whatever I want, whenever I want, within reason of course, and I get my own room which is really cool," he finished, smiling at the red head, and stealing a side wards glance at Harry, who was smiling wickedly.

The conversation between the four of them was light and friendly and they made Draco feel like he had been part of their group for years, not just a few hours.

Ginny started talking about Quidditch and whether or not the Chudley Canons would win this year, when Harry remembered he had something he needed to ask Ginny.

"Ginny? Could you tell both of the teams that practice is tomorrow evening at 6?" he asked the sixth year.

"Sure Harry," she nodded; assuring him that she'd let everyone know. All of a sudden something dawned on Draco and he leant over to whisper something in Harry's ear, "Are you sure you want to hold a practice just yet? Don't forget the Weasel's on the team."

Harry looked thoughtful for a moment before frowning; it appears he hadn't thought of that, "You're right, shit, I hadn't thought of that. I suppose I'll be able to keep out of his way," he whispered back.

Draco thought about this for a second, before replying out loud, "You'll have to talk to him though. Captains have to tell other players what plays to do and where to position themselves, and stuff."

"Don't worry Harry, just talk through someone," Hermione said. "I don't blame you really, I wouldn't want to talk to him after what he did," Ginny nodded in agreement. None of the Gryffindors were speaking to Ron, and he was sat at the end of the table, picking at his food in silence.

"Hermione's right, what he said was bang out of order," she said, surprising Draco again. He agreed that what Ron had said was wrong and that it had hurt Harry badly but he had never expected Ginny to say anything like that about her brother.

"It's okay," Harry said, directed towards Draco. "I can't cancel practice just because of him."

Draco just hoped Harry was right, he hated Ron but if Harry lost his best friend because of him he would never forgive himself, he was even willing to try and get along with Ron, for Harry.

Breakfast the next morning was a normal affair for everyone except Ron Weasley. He was sat at the end of the Gryffindor table and kept looking up at the other end where Harry and Hermione were sat with Draco, who had taken Ron's usual seat in-between Harry and Hermione.

Professor McGonagall walked through the doors of the Great Hall and down her house table, holding two sheets of parchment.

She stopped when she reached Harry, Hermione and Draco, and handed Harry and Draco a piece each.

"Gentlemen these are your new timetables," she told them, "your first class starts today after breakfast."

Then she continued walking down the table and up to the staff table. "What have you got new timetables for?" Hermione asked, looking over Draco's shoulder at his timetable.

"Dumbledore is trying us out with advanced classes. He said it'll help protect us if we get into an attack with Voldemort again," Harry told her.

"I didn't know they did advanced classes anymore, I thought they stopped doing them after last year," she wondered aloud, sounding slightly annoyed that they got to do advanced classes and she didn't.

The previous year Hogwarts had tried teaching advanced classes, but it didn't really get off the ground when they couldn't find anyone qualified enough, and who was available to teach.

"Obviously they found someone," Draco remarked as he finished his breakfast.

Their first class was Defense Against The Dark Arts, and Hermione's was Potions. Harry and Draco's class started a little bit later than Hermione's did so Harry told her they'd walk her down to the dungeons for something to do.

When they got down there an irritated looking Snape was already ordering the class in. "Get in there you idiots," he growled, giving the class the death glare he usually reserved for Harry. He turned around and saw Harry and Draco stood with Hermione.

"Potter you are no longer part of this class, Mr. Malfoy please inform your friend that he has a new timetable," he said sarcastically.

"Yes Professor," Draco said. "Come on." He waved bye to Hermione and walked out of the dungeons with Harry in tow.

Once they were out of the dungeons Draco turned to Harry, "Wonder what bit his ass?"

"I think the correct term for it, is 'I wonder who bit his ass?'" a voice behind them said.

They spun around to find themselves face to face with an original Marauder and the best Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher Hogwarts had ever seen.

"Professor Lupin?" Harry exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"

"It obvious isn't it?" Draco said. "Why else would Snape be so pissed off?"

"You're our new Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher?" Harry asked.

Professor Lupin nodded, a smile lightening his tired features. "When Professor Dumbledore owled and told me I'd be teaching the two most powerful wizards the world will ever see, how could I say no?"

During this time they had made their way to a classroom that they had never been in, "Err... Professor where are we?" Draco asked uncertainly, he didn't like being on unfamiliar territory, his experience with his father had secured a fear of anywhere that wasn't familiar to him. He'd never tell Harry this though, Harry didn't know half of what Lucius Malfoy used to do to him, and Draco wanted to keep it that way, he didn't want Harry's pity for something that happened in the past.

"This is where most of your new classes will be held," Professor Lupin told them, unlocking the door and leading them inside. Draco could hardly resist the urge to grab hold of Harry's hand for support.

Harry could feel the tenseness radiating from his lover, so he reached out and grabbed hold of Draco's hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

Some of Draco's fear disappeared after the simple gesture, he was glad that Harry was with him, and he always felt safe with Harry.

The classroom was roughly the same size as their regular ones. There was a desk for two people near the front, as well as a teacher's desk. Behind it a large space had been cleared, obviously it was for them to practice spells and charms in.

Professor Lupin walked over to the teacher's desk and put his briefcase on top. Harry and Draco did what they normally did at the start of any class and sat down at the desk, with Harry on the right and Draco on the left.

When they were sat down Draco tried to put their still joined hands under the table but Harry managed to pull them back out and rest them on the table between them. If his best friends' Godson holding hands with Draco Malfoy surprised Professor Lupin, he didn't show it. "I'm sorry to be really boring but for today's lesson, you won't actually be doing any magic," Professor Lupin told them. "I'll be giving you some research to do that isn't really Defense Against The Dark Arts but it will help you later on and may even save you valuable time.

"According to the prophecy the two of you will have more power than any other Wizard or Witch known and this automatically creates a special magical bond between you. You may find that you can feel what the other is feeling, or that when you are feeling particularly lonely or upset you run into each other without meaning to."

Harry and Draco nodded, listening eagerly. Both wanting to find out what their insomnia, which they thought they had, had to do with the prophecy and their magic.

"Well that was probably because each of you could sense what the other was feeling and locate their whereabouts without even realizing it.

"With a bit of hard work this bond should grow stronger, so much so that when the link is fully formed the two of you will be able to send each other messages and communicate without speech."

Harry and Draco couldn't help themselves, "Cool!"

Professor Lupin smiled, "It is quite cool, but you'll have to remember that no-one knows about your powers and you'll need to use them responsibly."

He snapped open the claps on his briefcase and lifted the lid. "Professor Dumbledore sent these," he said, pulling out two brand new textbooks. "They are basically the same as your old ones except they explain things deeper and include all of the new things you will study in advanced Defense Against The Dark Arts.

"That actually brings me onto what I would like you to do," Lupin said. "Certain spells can create a magical mark, a bit like a small tattoo, that are connected with your bond and magic powers. I want you to look up these spells and decide between the two of you, which sounds best, then learn how to do it. Just in theory though, the actual spell will be performed in your charms class on Thursday afternoon."

Harry and Draco were sat waiting to be told how long the essay was to be, "You don't need to write a report on what you have researched and it is entirely up to you whether or not you actually do the work.

"You're both nearly adults now, so you'll find that most of the staff here will treat you like it. But if you decide not to do the work, your other classes will be spent doing it, which wastes your time, more than anyone else's, because it will mean you don't learn how to handle your magic sooner."

They nodded in understanding, "Well, I suppose that's it, there isn't really any point in the two of you being here when you don't have to be so you can leave whenever you want. Don't forget that if you need any help whatsoever I'll be around the school, I'm sure you have a way of finding me." He said, smiling at Harry, who blushed and nodded.

Harry and Draco stood up, and after saying bye to Professor Lupin they headed outside to the lake. It was a beautiful autumn day, the leaves on the trees were turning a golden brown colour, and there was a light breeze rustling through the treetops. When they got outside they found a secluded spot underneath a large oak tree and Draco immediately cuddled up closer to Harry. They sat in a comfortable silence looking out over the lake and watching the giant squid doing the backstroke around the lake.

"It's pretty overwhelming isn't it?" Draco said, as he opened the textbook and started to read the contents page.

"What is?"

"All of this, thinking your normal one minute then finding out that the fate of the Wizarding world, maybe even the Muggle one as well, rests on your shoulders," Draco said, turning to the first page and beginning to read.

"Tell me about it," remarked Harry, "I've been feeling like that since I was eleven. I remember my first trip down Diagon alley; I was so confused. I didn't know anything about this world at all, heck, I didn't know about Hogwarts 'till I got my letter."

"I figured you didn't know hardly anything about this world from the way you acted." Draco chuckled. Harry stared at him, "You... you remember?"

"Of course I remember, how could I ever forget meeting 'The-Boy-Who-Lived' for the first time? Of course at the time I didn't know who you were but that's not the point."

"Things have a changed quite a bit since then haven't they?" Harry asked, resting his chin on Draco's shoulder and reading the book as well.

"I'd say so, I'm glad they've changed though, otherwise none of this would be possible, would it?" Harry shook his head, hitting Draco in the eye, with his glasses, in the process, "Ow, watch it there specs." Harry titled his head, careful not to hit him this time, and kissed his temple, "Sorry babe."

They didn't really say anything else after that; they just sat in silence reading the book, which turned out to be quite an interesting read.

A while later Harry just happened to have glanced at Draco's watch, realizing for the first time that he was hungry, he stared at it in disbelief, "Um... Dray, is your watch wrong?"

Draco shook his head, but otherwise didn't look up from where his head was lying on Harry's shoulder, "No it's magical, it's charmed so the time will always be right. Why?"

"Because it says it's quarter past five, and we came out here at ten this morning."

This time he lifted his head from Harry's shoulder, "What? Did I hear you right?"

Harry nodded, "Yep, you did." He pushed Draco away from him a little bit, and stood up, "Lets go inside, I'm starving." Draco grabbed hold of Harry's hand and pulled himself up, nearly pulling Harry back down with him. They began walking back to the castle, intent on having something to eat, but they let go of each other's hand when they reached the castle. The Great Hall was already nearly full when they arrived, and the food was already there. They sat down in the same seats they had occupied earlier on and started to eat their meals, laughing and joking with Hermione and Ginny, Afterwards, Harry, Ginny and Hermione all disappeared to Quidditch practice and Draco headed back up to his dorm to carry on reading the book or something.