Draco winked at Potter, pointed his wand at his shoulder, and cast a mild diffindo. It hurt, but not nearly as much as being scratched by a hippogriff. Potter. Professor Snape is a Potions Master. He would be required by his position to help someone in need, even if he wasn’t a professor. Why do you think he spent all of third year brewing a potion for that werewolf?” Make her scream,” he hissed softly, “and I’ll feed you all the rats you want. Just be careful. She’s evil.”

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He scrubbed his sleeve surreptitiously over the Prefect badge on his robes to make sure it shone brightly. It was the best decision Dumbledore had ever made, making him a Prefect. Of course, it had probably been Professor Snape who put Draco’s name forward. He was the Potions professor’s favorite, after all. I’m not entirely sure, Draco,” Luna said and Minerva couldn’t help her almost-smile at the girls dreamy voice. “But they usually turn up again. Most often right before we leave for the train.” Malfoy.” He looked at the little slip of parchment in his hand and nodded at it. “I'm going to go see Snape. He and McGonagall both asked me to be there. Er. If you’re heading that way, we can walk together?” He shuffled his feet and grinned tiredly. “Thank you, Draco,” Harry said softly, “for last night.” Most everyone was hesitant to do such a thing. Umbridge looked among them all and tsked. “Oh dear.” She marked something down on a piece of paper she was holding. “I’m afraid anyone who refuses to give up their wand for the duration of the class period will receive detention with me for the next three weeks.” Harry walked quietly beside Malfoy for a little while, and it wasn’t until they were walking the corridor to Snape’s office that he spoke again. “You’re not always a total prat, huh? It’s nice. You should try it more often.”

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Harry, Hermione, and Ron return to the castle for lunch. In the entrance hall, Professor McGonagall stops Ron and Harry, informing them that they are to serve their detentions that evening.... His face scrunched up into a look of confusion before he could stop himself. Why did Potter want to see Pomfrey? Stupid school nurse reported everything she did to Dumbledore. He went to Snape for everything unless the witch got to him first. However protective McGonagall may have been, she always had the faith in the students to push them harder where other teachers may not. Just then, Professor McGonagall’s voice echoes throughout the corridors: all students are to return to their dormitories at once,... That made Harry stop. He turned slowly to stare at Malfoy like he’d grown a second head. Just in case he had.

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He did roll his eyes this time. His mother would be appalled. “Why don’t you just go to Professor Snape for a potion?” He was far more discrete, and he didn’t manhandle you into a bed like the witch did. Hugging Dementors would probably be more enjoyable, Harry thought. Much more so than slicing ones hand open again and again while Unbridge sipped her tea and the technicolour kittens in the plates gambolled along behind them. There’s something off with Dumbledore,” she said quietly. “And I don’t believe he’s acting in Harry’s best interests anymore. He could have done anything to get Harry out of that tournament last year. But he chose to let a fourteen year old boy try to keep up, and then to face You-Know-Who!” Draco jumped, spinning around to see his godfather stalking into the room. He hadn’t even heard the door open. It was no secret among the staff that Poppy Pomfrey told Dumbledore about everything that occured within the hospital wing. The woman was a mediwitch, not a healer, and she’d taken no healer’s oath of confidentiality. Anything she dealt with would straight to Dumbledore, who would do his absolute best to cover it all up. He’d served Dumbledore loyally for the past few decades, but he’d lost faith in the old man a long time ago. Now it was nothing more than his promise to Lily and his knowledge of the Dark Lord's continued existence keeping him here.Oh please, I am far more entertaining than that cow,” Draco snapped, insulted. “Really, Potter. You’re practically dragging your feet.” Terrible form. Who taught him how to walk? Perpetual slouchers? Slugs? A Weasley?

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At her desk, Hermione clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter as Umbridge shrieked in rage. Of course she’d get it. Have you informed Dumbledore yet?” he asked, opening his kit and pulling out a thin vial of yellow liquid. He uncorked it and poured it over the wound to stop the bleeding.Harry glowered at his feet and then decided to simply go with it. He’d just tell her he had a headache. A frightful thing that was making his teeth hurt. Then he could take something for pain and hopefully get some bloody sleep. Are you absolutely mental? Why the bloody hell would I see Snape!? He’d just as likely kill me than help me!” Harry’s hand gave a particularly vicious throb and he groaned a little. “C’mon Malfoy. Let’s just go, yeah?” After Longbottom’s fleas had Umbridge scratching at her hair for the whole class period, there was the spell around Umbridge’s desk that turned everything she said into baby-talk. Draco was fairly certain that had been courtesy of Greengrass.