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“Okay,” Harry said and Draco went back to his essay. “If you promise to accompany me to D.A. meetings.”

Draco stopped working again. Not that stupid D.A. again. But…weigh the options, Christmas at Malfoy Manner or Christmas at Hogwarts…oh, bloody hell!

“Very well. But I can assure you that I will not be participating in any way and that you will come to regret the idea.”

Harry grinned triumphantly and fought back the urge to go and laugh at Medusa and tell her that she wouldn’t have the pleasure of kicking him out of their rooms for two weeks because when Draco left, he would be leaving too. Well, maybe he could shove that in her face later…

Draco was seriously starting to regret agreeing to go the DA meetings when he realized that, of course, everyone in this little club would not likely be too happy with a Slytherin present. They were not, if the glares being sent his way were worth anything. Of course, it wasn’t really his problem. He’d made it very clear to Harry that he was just going to sit in a corner and work on his Divination homework and that was that. If Harry wanted an explanation as to why he was there, then Harry would just have to give one himself; and if Harry got hurt then he would have to walk over to Draco’s corner because there was no way that Draco himself was moving until the whole ordeal was over.

And, true to his word, Draco walked over to an unoccupied corner-that he was quite positive the Room of Requirement was supplying for him-and proceeded to sit down and take out his homework without a look at the group of students that were very shocked at his actions.

“Why is Malfoy here?” Draco heard one of them ask and couldn’t help smirking as Harry had to make up an explanation that didn’t really tell what truly was going on between the two of them. Draco did not bother to hide his amused expression as they bought it; something about how all the spells they used upset some Veriae thing unless he knew what was going on. Oh, he’d have fun with that one later…

Thus, Draco was pretty much ignored for the first part of the D.A. meeting, when Hermione was explaining the newest spell that they were working on and Draco was effectively tuning her out. He had not agreed to listen to her prattle on like a textbook recording; he had just agreed to be in the room.

Things began to happen when the students started to work with the new spell. As Draco could have predicted, it wasn’t five minutes before a spell came at him, whether because the person missed or because she purposely aimed at him, he didn’t know and didn’t care.

Harry watched as the beam of purple light headed straight for Draco, as did almost everyone in the room. The very air in the room seemed to shift slightly and the spell swerved, deflecting to the ceiling.

“Someone should work on the Weaslette’s aim.” Draco spoke, bored, to the room. He hadn’t moved from his work or looked up the entire time.

Draco decided he liked the Room of Requirement. Its very nature would supply him with enough magical currents to keep a shield even if the currents in the building itself were feeling testy. That was information to file away for use later. Very useful.

Of course, it was only a matter of time before a spell got too close to Harry and the Veriae bond went haywire. Draco did look up from his work then as he fought to keep his wings inside so that his shirt would not be ruined, and waited for Harry to find some excuse to go sit next to him. He didn’t have to wait long.

Harry was surprised that Draco did not smirk at him as he made his way over to Draco’s secluded corner. He sat down next to Draco in such a way that his body would hide from the rest of the room what Draco’s left hand was doing as his right continued writing some notes for Divination.

Harry was even more surprised that Draco didn’t say something along the lines of “I told you so” and said so after a few moments.

“Oh, those words don’t even begin to express my feelings of satisfaction at this moment in time,” Draco replied, almost amicably.

“But you’re going to say them anyway, aren’t you?” Harry asked, knowing that they would come out sometime; this was Draco Malfoy he was talking about here.

“Of course. I told you so.” And Draco still hadn’t looked up from his homework, which he was just about done with.