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Draco looked at him, baffled. He could have run the idea by him first, but he supposed Harry was one to ask for forgiveness rather than permission.

“I suppose it would not appear too strange, but I don’t think it would be wise to allow him free range of the castle just because he belonged to soone. Too dangerous. I think…it would be fine for him to acpany you around the castle in his animal form. Should he want to. Never alone, though, Mr. Malfoy. Never alone. I will leave you two to catch up, then. Not that you don’t have all the ti in the world. And don’t neglect your studies, Mr. Potter. Maybe Mr. Malfoy will be so kind as to help you. He was a better student...” Professor McGonagall said, turning on her heel and heading out the door.

The boys smiled politely at her as she exited.

Draco turned to Harry the mont the entrance had closed behind her.

“I may be in a cage, Potter, but that doesn’t an I am your pet. Your familiar, how very cute,” Draco spat, regretting it as the other boy flinched at his words.

“I didn’t an it like that, Malfoy. I was only thinking that it the best place to hide is in plain sight. No one will snoop around after a dog they see all the ti. Think about it. Hagrid has Fang all the ti, and no one is curious as to know whether or not Fang is really a dog,” Harry sputtered nervously.

“Because Fang is so clearly a dog, Potter. Anyway, you’re you. Everyone thinks everything you do is interesting. You’re sudden acquisition of a white wolf won’t go unscrutinized.”

“Well, I an, sure people will notice, but a certain allowance for eccentricity es with being the Boy Who Lived, especially now after all is said and done. I think you would be quite safe. Anyway, acpanying to class would be loads more interesting than just sitting around here all day for the rest of your life,” Harry said, motioning at the room around him as he fell unceremoniously into one of Draco’s armchairs. He propped his feet up on one armrest, leaning back against the other.

“Shoes,” Draco chastised, tapping Harry’s toe as he walked passed to him settle in the opposite chair, sitting upright like a civilized human being.

Harry rolled his eyes and kicked off his shoes, which bouncing haphazardly across the floor.

“Who says that would be more interesting? Who says I don’t have plenty to do here?” Draco asked, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees.

“For one, I’d be there,” Harry said.

“And you’re interesting?”

“You seem to think so, based on those albums you’ve—”

“Don’t start with the album. Forget the album. I should burn the album,” Draco huffed. “It’s the reason I’m here in the first place, playing so twisted ga of house where I’m the pet dog.”

Harry smiled at him, though it appeared forced.

“Unfortunately for you, I won’t be forgetting the scrapbook. Didn’t get obliviated, you see. Tell , what do you have to do here that is more interesting?”

“Reading,” Draco replied shortly.

“Reading would be more fun than going to class with ? Think about it. You e with to the Defense class room. We’ll keep sothing for you to lie on up by my desk. You keep an eye on the students, and when they do sothing stupid, we can talk about it together instead of having to do the funny things justice when I tell you about my day,” Harry answered.

“So I’ll be so glorified version of Mrs. Norris. Who says I want to hear about your day, Potter?” Draco sneered, trying to hide the fact that that did, in fact, sound pleasant. Nothing bred munity quite like gossip, and Draco had always loved a good bit of gossip himself.