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“And Draco’s going to learn how to do that?” Snape eased his Crucio-battered body onto the plush cushions of the couch. “I’m getting too old for this.”

Lucius’s eyebrows rose. “And yet I’m older than you.” Switching subjects he continued, “I take it he was slightly displeased.”

“Furious, seething, fire and brimstone and all that. You name it, he was ten times worse. Not a fun evening.”

“Sounds like it.” A pause. “You’re in no shape to teach today.”

“Have to. Albus has me teaching both Potions and Defense this year. Too many classes to just cancel them all.”

“I’ll cover them for you. I need something to do anyway.” Lucius smirked. “I’m sure I can think of something to do in your Defense classes on the subject of the Dark Arts.”

“Emphases on Defense, Lucius.”

The elder Malfoy raised an eyebrow. “Ruin my fun will you?”

“That’s my job,” Snape muttered, his body slipping into sleep.

“One of many,” Lucius remarked before getting up. He needed to have a discussion with the Headmaster.

“Harry, mate. You need to wake up sooner or later.” Ron’s voice argued with the lump that was a sleepy Harry.

“Don’t wanna,” Harry mumbled into his pillow.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t either, but you have to.”

“Ron, it’s Monday.”

“And you have Potions first thing, I know. We do this every week.”

Harry had to admit that Ron had a point.

“Harry, if you don’t get up I’m going to have to resort to drastic measures—”