Author's Note: Written for my best friend's birthday. Pre-slash at best, rated T just in case. Enjoy!
"Why did you tell my mother I was alive?" Draco drawled.
"Hello to you to," Harry retorted, looking up from his book.
"Before my mother helped you in the forbidden forest, she asked you if I was alive, and you nodded. Why?"
"I was aware of when you meant," he replied, placing in a bookmark before closing his book.
"Well?"
"Because you were."
The blonde huffed. "Some time had passed since you last saw me. For all you knew, I could have died in the interim."
He shook his head. "No, I would have known."
"That's impossible," the blonde murmured and settled beside him.
"I'm always doing the impossible."
"But-"
"The staircases might have gone stationary, but Hogwarts was still aware. There was a ripple when one of her students died, but she grieved when one of her favourites was killed," he stated. The blonde blinked. "Have you ever noticed that the staircases are always facing in the direction you need?"
"Well, yes," he replied, surprised. Harry smiled. "But surely-"
"Hogwarts has a unique perspective," he stated. "She sees not just our actions, but our souls too."
"Are you one of her favourites too?"
"Yes," he replied with a grin. "She has quite a few."
"Well, she has been around for a thousand years," he drawled, smiling when Harry's grin remained wide. "Why did you return?"
"I couldn't let him win," he replied honestly. "What about you?"
"Same." He licked his lips. "Po- Harry, would you be willing to have more civil conversations?"
"I'd like that."