By dinner that day Harry had shaken hands with most of the Slytherins with varied arrays of acceptance and disbelief; had gotten called out on by a few Ravenclaws saying it was impossible he only had one ability of a seer, because seers didn't get to have just one, it was all or nothing; had shaken quite a few hands with Hufflepuffs who had been impressed and bored by him; and had begun to be bombarded with questions by Gryffindor classmates. That last one he was surprised had taken as long as it did, because he would have thought other houses had talked to them as if to clarify if the rumor was true. Though, considering how he'd told no one during first year except for Neville, it made sense. All of the Gryffindors would have thought it was a stupid rumor until enough people asked.

Dinner was the most normal his day had been. Everyone who was interested in shaking his hand already had, and it was an unspoken agreement in the house to let Harry eat in peace. They can bombard him with questions in every situation but when his mouth was full.

So it was with a happy smile that Harry ate some roast -that was better than the House Elves at home- and chatted with Neville and Hermione about everything they could think of. Beyond the handshakes, his day was fairly joyous, same teachers that all still liked him, similar learning system that he'd fallen back into easily, and the same friends he'd ended the prior year with. Beyond that Draco sat with his house for the evening, it was an amazing dinner.

"Everyone is saying you can see your future emotions with anyone," Ron said, not really to anyone in particular, but it caught Harry's ear immediately. Harry, who had been laughing at a story Neville was telling Hermione about their summer, suddenly felt dunked in ice water. His head whipped around to Ron, who had his eyes down at his food with a depressed expression. Even though he wasn't looking at Harry, he spoke again when Harry looked at him. "How bad was I that it made you leave?"

Harry stared at the red head hopelessly, and then at Seamus, who sat beside him with a confused expression. It was apparent to Harry that Ron never told anyone they met on the train, and thus that Harry had abandoned Ron. Up until then, Ron probably thought Harry was a git who chose help Hermione and Neville, and thus had found different friends from him. Now that the news had come out, Ron probably had pieced together what actually happened.

"It was distrust and estrangement." Harry answered solemnly, but honestly. Ron nodded as he picked at his chicken.

"Is this what it meant?" Ron asked, a harsh mix of bitter and lonely. Harry flinched at the tone, familiar with the bitterness from his own life, from when friends would suddenly stop talking to him because Dudley had come around. This was his doing though.

"No." Harry responded shortly, and truthfully. This wasn't what he had felt. Ron had been a peripheral player in his life up until that moment, and what he'd felt had been front and center at all times. Their relationship had also never been distrustful or estranged, just distant and subtle.

"How do you know?" Ron asked. He looked at Harry then, and his blue eyes burned with anger and something Harry had never seen before.

"Because the distrust and estrangement had been what I always would have felt with you. This last year, none of that existed, we weren't ever constantly in each others lives." Harry explained. He discovered, fairly quickly after, that the area around them had grown quiet. People were watching them.

"What are we now?" Ron asked. Harry waited for Ron to reach out, but he never did. It seemed like no one had told Ron he needed to touch people to feel them.

"I don't know. I have to touch the person before I can tell." Harry answered helplessly. Ron sneered, vicious enough that he put Snape to shame for a brief moment, and then he reached his hand over the table. He held it in midair, over the noodles platter, and waited for Harry to reach as well. Harry reached forwards and touched Ron's hand.

Anger and grief flooded the line, distant in a way that it felt like Harry was looking down a tunnel, but near enough it prickled at his skin. It stretched for what felt like eons, and while the grief eventually tapered away into acceptance, the anger remained constant. It was hot to the touch, and Harry felt like pieces of himself were slapped.

Ron pulled his hand away, and with it the emotions Harry felt. He noticed, at some point in the far future, the anger disappeared, and it was acceptance and something else he couldn't identify. He hadn't had enough time to. The red head watched him expectantly, and Harry didn't want to tell the truth. His future with Ron had changed, but it had only gotten worse.

"Anger and grief," Harry choked out finally. "You're so angry at me for years... It stretches on and on..."

Ron humphed, like it was what he expected. He stopped shredding his chicken and began to eat it.

"You let some stupid ability choose your future." Ron muttered eventually, loud enough for Harry to hear, and it made Harry's anger flare up. Ron could be angry all he wanted, but his power was him.

"That 'stupid ability' is a part of me, no matter how much anyone wants it gone. It's me, just like my scar or hair, it's what makes me, me. Without it, you would not be sitting across from Harry Potter," Harry snapped. Ron didn't look impressed, but Harry didn't care. Harry had heard plenty of people say they didn't believe his ability that day, and some who said he was hiding more than he showed, and a few who mentioned that his ability shouldn't change how he talked to people, but it didn't choose anything. "And it doesn't choose for me, it tells me what is most likely to happen. I decided not to deal with someone who didn't trust me and who I didn't trust."

Harry made it clear who he was talking about when he tilted his head in Ron's direction. Seamus made an 'oh' face at that, and Ron flushed to his ears. Vaguely he heard Hermione gasp and saw Neville's eyes bug out a bit, but he didn't let that deter him in that moment. He waited for what Ron would do.

"I'm not a bad person, Harry," Ron snapped back. His eyes flicked to Harry's forehead for a moment, "And I bet if you hadn't had that stupid seer ability we could have been best buds."

Harry was prepared to snap back once more. Before that could happen though, a new voice range out.

"Now Ron, no need to be so rough with Harry, I'm sure whatever he was trying to do, he was trying to help." The new voice from behind Harry said. A hand clapped on Harry's shoulder as suddenly as the voice appeared, and it only took a swipe of a thumb for Harry to not like whoever it was.

Harry only had to feel a single touch to know this man was no good. He felt used, which was an entirely new feeling he'd never felt with someone, and was drastically different from Ron's just then. Immediately following the used, Harry felt belittled, insulted, and exasperated, and it was an endless cycle of those four emotions until they suddenly ended in a big flash of anger and annoyance. Then the man just... disappeared into a bad memory.

Harry turned around to see an adult with blond, curly hair, and remarkably handsome features. He was dressed in a weird mix of posh wizard and proper muggle, and his teeth seemed to be whiter than his eyes.

"Who are you?" Harry snapped. The blond man's smile dropped, and he looked genuinely surprised.

"Harry," Hermione hissed. Harry looked over at her, and immediately saw how bad she was flushing. "That's Professor Lockhart."

Suddenly Harry really didn't like the man. He had experienced quite a few teachers by now, and none of them had felt like that. Whatever that was. Harry turned back to the man, who had the same smile as before, except now it was directed at Hermione. He didn't like the look, it wasn't fondness or niceness, it was something he'd seen on Dudley's face quite a few times. It was the 'you know who I am because I'm me' face that came with a smarmy attitude.

"I'm sorry for the rude introduction, Professor," Harry gritted out, relying on what he'd learned from Draco to handle the wizard before him. "Thank you for your help, but I have it from here."

Harry shrugged off the man's hand while maintaining as little contact as possible with him. Lockhart didn't look like he'd noticed the shouldered move, and just continued to smile on.

"You're welcome, Harry Potter." The man said brightly, and Harry didn't like how he said his name. The syllables were said slowly, like he was testing them, or perhaps trying to keep Harry's attention. Harry would have nothing to do with it, and promptly turned around. Eventually, Lockhart walked off.

"So what's he like?" Hermione asked eagerly. Her smile fell when Harry grimaced savagely, and he felt a full body shiver. When he reached over and touched Hermione, she got really concerned. He didn't care though, he was escaping for a few moments in the syrupy texture of his friendship with her.

"It felt... Ugh. I feel used and insulted and exasperated by him. There's not much of a relationship to begin with, it's like the man doesn't feel for anyone. It felt entirely one sided, and it was not a good feeling." Harry shivered. Hermione looked over at the blond wizard at the teacher table, where McGonagall was sneering at the man and whatever he was talking about, and then once more at Harry. She looked down at where he touched her for comfort, and her blush began to fade.

"But his books make him seem like such a kind and charismatic person. How could all that be said and yet..." Hermione trailed off. Neville reached over the table and patted her hand.

"That's what they are. Just stories." Neville explained. Hermione's frown deepened, and she looked over at the blond one more time.

"He could still be a good teacher? He wrote those books, and if he knew all of that, then he should know enough to teach us." Hermione said deftly. Harry grimaced once more. He'd have to deal with Lockhart a few times a week for the next nine months - at least. Suddenly DADA was much less appealing.

"Maybe. I wouldn't get my hopes up though." Harry said as he pulled his hand away from her.

The next day was, painfully, the DADA lesson. Happily it was the first lesson the Gryffindor and Slytherin Houses had together so Harry was with the fourth member of his friendship group, but it had to be the one class with the teacher he disliked the most. He wasn't the only one to share the sentiment either. All the Slytherin and Gryffindor boys were very unhappy with their class, and Hermione had lost some of her joy after she'd heard Padma explain how Lockhart didn't know how to teach practically, only theoretically.

It was an afternoon class, following after lunch and the off period the second years had that day. Harry spent the time with Hermione, Neville, and Draco in the Grand Hall, where they were "studying". By that it means they were supposed to be studying according to Hermione, but Draco had taken it upon himself to snoop through everyone Harry had touched, like that would change how he approached them.

"Did you ever shake hands with Justin from Hufflepuff? I had him yesterday in transfiguration class and I swear sometimes he is more Slytherin than Hufflepuff. I don't know what happened over the summer but he was quieter in a weird way, and actively sat near me, which is why I noticed it all to begin with..." Draco rambled aimlessly as he wrote something down for his Transfiguration homework. Harry leaned on his palm and watched him work, too amused by Draco's ramblings while he worked on his own Transfig homework.

"He seemed a bit piggish to me, and more high and mighty than I expected when we shook hands, but he's not all bad. I'm gonna be annoyed at him later this year." Harry answered. Draco nodded and hummed. He paused on a question in the paper he was doing, and Harry watched as he tapped his quill against his head. Once he'd remembered whatever it was that he needed, he went back to writing an answer. It was a bit before he started talking again, and when he did, he sounded clear.

"So what about Weasley? I heard he got on your tail feathers yesterday evening, and that Lockhart had to save you. What did he do that caused such a commotion that the Gryffindor table got quiet?" Draco asked. Harry sat up a bit at the mention of Ron, and he felt both a flare of anger and guilt go over him.

"Ron remembered how I left him on the train at the beginning of last year. He put two and two together and got angry." Harry answered stiffly. Draco looked up at Harry then, and Harry could see the furrow in Draco's brow.

"Are you ok?" He asked. Harry gave him a confused look, a silent expression for explanation. "Well, Weasley getting angry can't be the newest thing to happen at the table to make everyone go quiet, which means you had to of responded. And, I heard you shout, though not quite what you shouted. I've seen you in many moods, but never quite a shouting mood."

"Yeah, I'm ok. Ron got under my skin by saying I was letting my ability choose my life and friends. I think what actually hurt was that I saw the betrayal in his eyes, and it reminded me of when Dudley would get people to stop being my friend, and... I don't want to be Dudley." Harry explained. Draco's frown furthered more and more as Harry spoke, and he watched Harry like he didn't understand him.

"Why did Weasley think you were going to be friends in the first place?" Draco asked.

"He was the first person I met?" Harry responded with a shrug. Honestly he didn't know why. He hadn't thought of it.

"His anger towards you seems... Well, I guess I get it. I benefited from you touching me, and thus I'm happy, but he didn't. You never became his friend, which I bet, like many people at this school, he'd fantasized about. If you hadn't had your ability, you and him would have likely become friends." Draco mused. Harry's brows furrowed at that.

"Then I would be friends with someone who didn't trust me, whom I always felt distant with, and probably wouldn't have helped me the way you, Neville, or Hermione have. I think between that and this, I'm going to choose this every time." Harry responded. Draco grinned, and he reached over to touch Harry's hand.

The tell-tale flood of emotions came, and circled around from beginning to end. As it went on Harry was able to pick up on minute feelings in the near future, something he'd never been able to experience before, such as worry, concern, and surprise, and then rather immediately, like something that was about to happen, the worry coupled with fear. It was faint, something he didn't know he'd ever been able to feel before because of how brief it is, but it dunked him in cold water. He gasped sharply, and Draco went from grinning to confused.

"Harry?" Draco asked. Harry pulled his hand from under Draco's, and looked towards Lockhart. He'd been through Fluffy and Fang and Snape with Draco and had never felt that. It could only mean the teacher they were about to have was going to do something bad.

"I felt worry and... fear? I think Lockhart is about to do something bad." Harry explained. He looked over at Draco, who was also now looking at Lockhart.

"So, what, do we tell someone?" Draco asked. Harry shrugged, and looked over the rest of the teachers.

"I don't know. Nothing bad happens, because you don't disappear, it's just... there." Harry explained. Draco looked over at Harry again, this time with a mirrored look of concern on his face. They didn't know what to do or who to tell. It wasn't like they had time to rush up to a teacher and say something either because their off period was about to end.

"Come on, we need to get to class." Hermione whispered as she and Neville sped past. The boys watched the two go, and then looked at each other once more. As a unit they got up and packed their stuff, and began a slow walk to the DADA room.

"What do you mean by disappear?" Draco asked as they walked. He wasn't quiet about what he said either, because it didn't matter who heard him anymore. Pretty much everyone knew about Harry's ability now, even though it had only been a day.

"When a relationship ends with someone, whether they leave or just stop talking to me, the relationship just... stops. It becomes nothing." Harry explained as best as he could. Draco nodded, and looked over at Harry. They stopped on the stairs as it began to move, and the two sighed as they tried to remember the next best path.

"Does it ever end with us?" Draco asked. Harry shook his head, which made Draco relieved. "What's the last thing you can feel?"

"Something close to happiness. It's like a prickling sensation along my arms and chest. And... comfort and content. Things I already feel. Not much changes, but that happiness that feels like prickling, I don't experience that at any other time. With anyone." Harry answered. He didn't know what it meant, or how to explain it precisely, but he tried his best to answer honestly. Draco seemed happy with his response, if the smug smile he had was anything to go by.

"Good," Draco answered. He tossed an arm over Harry's shoulder and tucked his head in close in a friendly headlock. "Anything less is a disgrace."

Harry grinned at his friend and waited until he let go before they continued to walk to the DADA room. They were silent the rest of the way, and could hear the bustling of noise from inside the room before they even entered. When they did it was a mess. PIXIES EVERYWHERE.

The two houses, clearly remembering the year prior, were trying to find seats that put them together in a friendly way, but not such a way that it was clear the houses like each other. Some were easier, like how Blaise and Neville sat together, and Hermione and Parvati were sandwiched between Pansy and Daphne; while others were harder, like Seamus and Crabbe were uncomfortably met in the middle, while Ron and Dean sat on Seamus' side and Goyle and Nott sat on Crabbe's side. In fact, the room felt more segregated by gender than by house, which was definitely a first.

Luckily, for the last two to come since the staircase had made them a bit late, Neville and Blaise had saved two seats for them. The two boys sat down in their respective seats, and no sooner had they that Lockhart came from his room at the top of the stairs.

Today he wore bright peach just slightly pinker than his skin, and white almost as white as his teeth. His hair looked styled beyond need, and his smile was way too happy for the scene it set him in. He flounced down the steps with a sway in his step, and had his fists on his hips as if he was about to walk to a dance. A grand entrance it was.

"Who can tell me what a Cornish Pixie is?" The blond began as he came over to a large, swaying cage covered in a large white sheet. The male students watched him uneasily, while several female students raised their hands. "You, with the long blonde hair, what's your name?"

Daphne stood up and looked proud to be picked.

"My name is Daphne Greengrass." She answered properly.

"And what is a Cornish Pixie Miss Daphne?" He asked. It didn't escape a few of the students that Lockhart had forgone formalities of last names until told otherwise, which made a few of them mystified.

"A Cornish Pixie is a tiny, bright blue creature known for mischief." Daphne answered, plain and simple. Lockhart grinned.

"Brilliant! Five points for Slytherin. You can be seated now." Lockhart crowed. Daphne smiled to herself, proud of what she had done. The delivery of points made the few students who hadn't been into the teacher suddenly perk up.

"Who here knows where to find a Cornish Pixie?" The professor continued. This time, more hands rose, from all sides of the class. "Redhead, there, what's your name?"

Ron rose with a slight flush, and he looked at his peers for a moment. It took one look at Harry and he seemed to have gotten his courage back.

"My name is Ronald Weasley." Ron answered, and stared the teacher straight on. Lockhart smiled friendly, and it seemed like the man had forgotten scolding the boy just the day prior.

"And where do these pixies come from?" Lockhart asked. Ron didn't hesitate.

"Natively, they're from Southwestern England. They can be found in a lot of places in the wild though." He answered. Lockhart smiled, and pointed a meaningful finger at Ron.

"Absolutely correct! Five points for Gryffindor. You can sit back down." Lockhart told him. Ron, with a grin, sat back down, and was immediately patted on the back by Seamus and Dean. The class all perked up, as it was turning out to be a good start to the class. He was testing their knowledge, no doubt that meant he had more to add to it.

"I see you guys know what they are and where they come from, but who here knows how to handle one?" Professor Lockhart asked the group. Everyone sat still as they thought, and Lockhart waited patiently for someone to do something. Eventually, three hands rose.

"Brown haired lady there, what's your name?" The professor said, and pointed at Hermione. She stood up slowly, and looked around the room.

"My name is Hermione Granger, sir." She answered. Lockhart smiled in familiar way, and it seemed that while he'd forgotten Ron, he remembered Hermione.

"How do you handle Cornish Pixies, Hermione?" He asked, a bit smug.

"You petrify them, sir." Hermione answered shortly. Lockhart's eyebrows rose a bit like he hadn't expected that. He looked at the covered cage he stood beside and made a "hmph" face. For a moment Hermione thought she got it wrong. There was no way of course, she'd read this information from multiple books, including their defense book that the school had told them to buy and that Lockhart should know.

"How confident are you in that?" Lockhart asked. Hermione swallowed carefully. She was dead certain of it, but it seemed like Lockhart wasn't.

"One hundred percent, sir. You petrify them once to stop them, twice to harm them." Hermione answered. Lockhart's eyebrows rose even higher, and he looked back at Hermione. His eyes scanned the room and took in how they all looked a hint uncomfortable now. Despite everything Lockhart was -a well know author of his travels, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defence League, and five-time winner of Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award- he loved to make people smile, not frown.

"Five points to Gryffindor, for you adequate knowledge of Cornish Pixies. You may be seated." Professor Lockhart said finally. Hermione breathed in relief, and sat down very quickly. Pansy tapped her knee against Hermione's in silent comfort, and she got a smile from the girl in return.

Professor Lockhart watched the class relax, and he puffed up a bit for his next part.

"Hermione knows one way to stop a Cornish Pixie, but I have my own way." Professor Lockhart said. He watched as the class rumbled at the new knowledge. Their teacher had a different way from petrifying a pixie? How did he learn it? Did he create it? These were the questions he hoped they asked.

Professor Lockhart looked once more at the cage beside himself, and he smiled. It wasn't the blinding smile of fame, it was the subtle smile of, "this is my chance". He grabbed the sheet where it lay, and whipped it off with a flourish.

Inside the cage, now awoken by the light and sight of students, was what looked like twenty Cornish Pixies. They were a shocking electric blue, about eight inches tall, and sounded like screeching owls when they talked. The students covered their ears at the sudden barrage of noise, while Lockhart looked put upon by the noise. He casted a spell at the pixies the students couldn't hear, and then they went silent. As soon as the pixies knew they were silenced, they began to swing the cage, which made a different noise.

"Cornish Pixies! Got them myself just a few days ago, and I thought they'd be a lovely lesson," Professor Lockhart said with a stiff upper lip. "They're tricksters, just as Daphne said, and are quite the rapscallions when in large bundles. Back in the 17th century, Dymphna Furmage, a witch in that century, went on a holiday to Cornwall. What was supposed to be a nice holiday in the greenlands turned dangerous as she came across these little doxies."

The pixies, though they didn't speak a lick of english, seemed to understand Professor Lockhart, and raged louder when he called them Doxies. Lockhart merely raised a hand and grabbed the underside of the cage to make it stop moving, impressing the student body present.

"Dymphna did of course escape the pixies, but it led to a lifelong fear of them. She went on to request that the Ministry of Magic, only about two hundred years old at the time, to humanely eradicate these peskies pixies. It was denied by the Ministry, because at the time they didn't want to make any bills against creatures. The muggles were becoming frightened of the wizarding community, and they were focusing more on that than they were on creatures." Professor Lockhart continued.

The pixies changed their game. They grabbed the bars of the cage and began to lift it. Thankfully Lockhart had been smart and made the hook the pixies were on closed, so all they could do was go in circles. It didn't seem to bother them either, they looked like they were having fun. It made the class and teacher grimace.

"Ah, yes, the spell I created," Professor Lockhart said, "Let me show you."

The class leaned forwards eagerly. They'd wondered what other spell could exist that worked on pixies besides petrifying, but now they knew. He'd made it, and perhaps that was how he caught these in the first place, he'd used his own spell. And they got to learn it.

Lockhart grabbed the cage once more, effectively stopping the pixies from whipping around. They rioted against the walls, but Lockhart wasn't phazed. He raised his hand, wandless, to the catch, and unlatched it. Immediately the pixies were out and flying around, and the kids screamed.

Harry knew this was why he felt worry and fear for Draco as soon as it happened. He looked over at the blond beside him even as chaos began around their ears. Draco was already set to protect his head, as if there was nothing else he could do, and Harry reached for him. He grabbed Draco's wrist, and then pulled him under the table.

"Stay." Harry whispered to Draco. Draco sat, surprised to suddenly be under the table when he'd fully expected to be lifted by his ears. He watched Harry as the boy left him, and Draco grappled for him. He didn't want to be alone or leave Harry to fend off pixies by himself, but like a snake, Harry snuck away from him.

Draco realized that this was likely what Harry meant by worry and fear, the release of the pixies. He probably reacted before whatever could happen to Draco happened... On the other hand what if putting him under the table is what causes the worry and fear? Harry's ability was what was most likely to happen, and this is what was most likely to happen because of Harry's ability. Which meant Draco wasn't safe yet, even if he felt safe there.

Draco went up and peaked his head out to see what was happening. He knew Harry liked the idea of protecting people, and he'd done it a few times the year prior. He didn't doubt that that was exactly what Harry was doing now, and just like before, he probably wasn't watching his own back as he helped others.

True to his thoughts, Harry was swinging books at pixies that tried to go after Slytherins and Gryffindors alike, and not looking out for himself. Draco watched as three pixies came up behind Harry and watched him for a few moments, as if to figure out how he moved. Draco hadn't considered the creatures smart enough to stop and watch, and honestly the thought of 8 inch creatures capable of lifting humans being able to think was a bit concerning.

When the pixies seemed to make a decision with each other in their high pitched language, Draco didn't think about it, because he would probably chicken out if he did. He stood up, drew out his wand, and pointed it at the pixies. He remembered what Hermione said, and between Lockhart and Hermione, he would trust her. She said that they could be petrified, so he would petrify them.

"Petrificus Totalus!" He shouted at the three. He saw the spell spit forth, and Harry turned as if surprised to hear him, and the three pixies froze in mid air. And promptly fell to the ground. Draco dropped his wand, surprised it had actually worked, even though he knew it would. Harry stared at him, half amazed, half surprised. Then, his expression switched to worried, and Draco furrowed his brows.

He was picked up by pixies, and was lifted quite a few feet in the air before he was aware what had happened. He shouted, and reached up to grab at least one of them, so if they tried to drop him they wouldn't be able to. Harry, from the ground, watched him go, and Draco watched him pull out his wand.

"Petrificus Totalus!" Harry shouted at the them. Draco saw the spell come at him, and then things froze.

"Enervate." Was the next thing Draco heard, and he bolted up when he felt something on his back. The last thing he felt on his back was air, so to suddenly feel something behind him had him startled. His vision came back, and he saw he was on the floor. Above him was the second year class, in varied arrays of disheveled and red faced, and Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape. Professor Lockhart was nowhere to be found

Draco instantly looked for his friends, because his concern had been for them when he froze, and even though things seemed better, he wasn't going to relax just yet. He couldn't see Hermione or Neville, but he heard them talking a little ways off with what sounded like Blaise. Harry was closest to the teachers, and Draco could see him easily. He looked guilty, for an obvious reason of he petrified Draco. Granted Harry hadn't meant to hit him, but he could still feel guilty.

"Mr. Malfoy is awake! Is that everyone?" Professor McGonagall asked. The classroom bustled around to look for more students, and it left Draco wondering how many had been petrified.

"All clear!" Hermione called back from wherever she was in the room. The two teachers looked happy about that, and they helped Draco to his feet.

"Off to the nurse ward with you four, just to make sure you didn't hit anything threatening on your decline." The professor continued. Draco looked around, and now that he was standing he saw a few students -Millicent, Dean, and Seamus- were at the door, looking about as stiff as he still felt.

Draco didn't really get much to say as the four of them were led by the two Professors. As they walked, the bell went, and his classmates went to dinner while he went to the infirmary for the first time in his school life.

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