Half of the Slytherin dormitory was empty thanks to McGonagall's project. Only Blaise and Greg were there so Draco need not worry about Harry hexing him in his sleep.

"Blaise, Gregory. I'm sure you've met Potter." Draco grumbled. "This is Harco, by the way." He holds up Harco towards the two boys who sat there, a dumbfounded look was plastered on their faces.

"McGonagall?" "Yeah." Draco sighed defeatedly as he turned to Harry, who looked like a deer in spotlight. "Well? Say something." Draco hissed, pressuring Harry into talking as he looked towards Blaise and Greg. Blaise looked very amused while Greg had a Poker face on.

"Hi... I'll be staying with you for a week..." Harry awkwardly greeted them. Draco nod his head as if saying 'yes, that's good enough, I guess'.

"Where will you be sleeping?" Greg asks out of the blue. Harry turned towards Draco and opened his mouth to speak before being rudely interrupted.

"You can have my bed!" Blaise suddenly shouts, making Harco flinch horribly in Draco's arms.

"Don't raise your voice, you imbecile! You'll scare Harco." Draco hissed as he placed a hand, cupping the Griffon's face.

"Aw, Draco. Your closet motherly side is showing." Blaise cooed in a mocking tone as he fluttered his eyelashes pettily. "Cute name by the way." He chuckled teasingly as Draco glared at him.

"Since most of the dormitories are cleared thanks to McGonagall, you guys can have the room for yourself, me and Blaise will be in the other room with a few other Gryffindors." Grge groaned.

"You really don't have to -" Harry spoke up only to be silenced by Blaise.

"We insist, dearest saviour. Besides, Greg hates animals. He might hex Harco or whatever its name was in its sleep. Goodnight." Blaise curtly bowed before turning to Draco with a sly smile. As he was leaving the common room, he places a hand on Draco's shoulder and lean in for a whisper. "Don't shag him too hard, Draco."

"I swear to Merlin, Blaise! Once I'm off prohibition, I will hex your lips shut!" Draco threatens heartlessly as Blaise runs out of the common room.

"Great friendship." "I don't want your opinion on my friends, Potter." Draco hissed as he makes his way into the room. There was four beds, two in the center and two on the sides. A small bathroom, a water jug and a small drawer next to every bed. "Settle in. McGonagall gave us the entire day off. Before the next transfiguation lesson, we have to teach our animals to come to us and their names." Draco instructs, "He already knows me, look."

Draco sets Harco down and walks across the room, kneeling down, Draco gently pats his thighs before Harco comes sprinting at him. "Now you try." Draco commands, looking directly into Harry's green eyes.

"O-okay." He sits down next to where Draco was and Draco sits Harco down. "Here, boy." Potter pats his thighs but Harco just looked up at Draco and tried to climb up his leg.

"No, Harco. Go to Potter, he's literally where I was." Draco grumbled. It seems like Draco's more frustrated than Harry. It was rather amusing to watch Harco scale Draco like he was a tower or something. "Harco!" Draco holds the Griffon. Walking over to Harry angrily, he hands the Griffon to him.

"What?" Harry tilted his head.

"Harco needs to start getting used to you." Draco grits his teeth. "Hold him."

Awkwardly, Harry slips Harco out of Draco's grasp and almost immediately Harco begins to struggle, trying to go back to Draco. He began to claw at Harry.

"Ow, ow, ow! Harco! DoN't cLaw aT mE!" Harry lets go of Harco, who swiftly lands on the ground and runs to Draco as Harry stares at his torn shirt and the scratch marks all over his arm. Suddenly, Draco point his wand at him. Flinching, Harry frowned at Draco. "What's the meaning of this?" Harry tensed up, gritting his teeth as he mustered the words. Draco only sighed in reply.

"Repairifors." Draco mutters reluctantly. Immediately, his cuts healed up, though nothing could be done about the shirt. Though it was still a bit achy, it was much better than before. Harry felt quite bad for suspecting Draco would do something bad but to be honest, he would have the same reaction to Hermione or Luna pointing a wand at him. They've just gone through war, it's not the best timing.

"This is going to take a long time." Draco sighed. Scratching Harco's head as he sits on the bed. Harry nods in agreement, sitting down on the bed next to Draco. It was a rather comforting silence, like that night in the Forbidden Forest. Out of the blue, Harry remembers the face Draco made at Pansy the day after they had a fight, it was so heartbroken. He wanted to ask so bad but... it's just so awkward to bring up.

"... Do... you like anyone?" Harry asked, turning away as he pretend to cough.

"What? No. I don't have time to like someone, Potter. It's not a luxury I can afford anyways." Draco mouths the last part, not wanting to sound whiney.

"Really? Not even... Pansy?" Harry slowly turns to Draco to realise he was still focused on staring at Harco, who was purring very loudly as he laid with his stomach spread across Draco's lap proudly. He looked quite comfy.

"Especially not Pansy." Draco snorted. "Have you met her?" Draco shook his head as he stretched his neck, lookin up at the ceiling.

"Yeah, sadly." Harry joked, earning him a chuckle from Draco.

"We should conjure a leash for Harco and show him the Forbidden forest, it is his natural habitat afterall." Draco suggested, beaming a smile at Harry. Harry felt obliged to say 'yes', he could never say 'no' to a face like that. Besides, Slytherins would never take 'no' anyways.

"Fine." Harry broke into a smile as Draco flashed a gummy smile to Harco who immediately sat up as he said this.

"Since I transfigured Harco, how about you conjure the leash?" "Why me?" "I can't be the only wizard in this project, can I?" "What are you implying?" "You have a wand! Make use of it." "Fine!"