grryffindor secret

Something tickled him awake, and it took Harry a few seconds to realize where he was before he turned his attention to Griffin, who was relentlessly pawing his face with his tiny paws.

"Hey, good morning," he said hoarsely, rubbing the top of Griffin's head.

Harry figured he'd gotten four or five hours of sleep, but he was more relaxed than any day, and his headache was gone.At least he didn't wake up frequently because of some dream.There was still time before breakfast, so he planned to get up and see Draco first.

The little boy hadn't woken up yet, he put Griffin on his shoulders, put on his glasses, quietly climbed out of bed, knelt beside Draco's bed, and watched him with his arms on his head. Harry had to admit that Draco Malfoy had always been good looking, from his blond hair, to his tightly pursed lips, and his always lazy gray eyes.Even if he didn't always look very friendly to himself, it didn't affect his "good looks" - given that he spent almost all of his sixth year thinking and observing about this Slytherin.

——He always felt that he was missing something.every aspect.

You're almost obsessed with that ferret, buddy. Ron told him so.Well, maybe a little bit—your thinking is dangerous, Harry Potter.he added to himself.

The little boy in front of him fell asleep peacefully, with his little hands curled up on his chest, and his blond hair was loosely scattered on his pillow. Harry was in a daze, but this was indeed Draco Malfoy, but it was different from the Draco Malfoy he knew, he was too soft.That's when the Griffin flew off his shoulders and landed in Draco's hands, lying down with his back tight against his forearms, and Harry watched amusedly as it tried to roll itself into a ball, burying its face in its wings , apparently it decided to sleep with Draco a little longer.

Shaking his head, Harry wanted to shake off some weird thoughts.He pulled the covers up for Draco, then grabbed a change of clothes and headed to the bathroom to take a shower.When he tidied himself up, Harry found the little boy awake, sitting quietly on the bed, Griffin in his hand, shoulders slumped.

"Draco?" Harry called to him suspiciously as he rubbed his hair, "Is something wrong?"

Draco raised his head, his expression looked like he was about to cry, "Harry!" He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, "I just woke up and didn't see you, I forgot where I was."

"Oh Draco, it's my fault." Harry looked at his red eyes, strode forward with distress, knelt down by the bed again, put his hands on the little boy's shoulders, "I promise you I will wait next time You wake up and let's go wash up together, shall we?"

Draco sniffled, nodded, and regained his composure, "Good morning Harry." He put Griffin on the bed and leaned over to give Harry a big hug.

Is this the usual way Malfoy is used to greeting? Feeling dizzy, Harry patted Draco on the back lightly, accepting it, "Good morning," he let go of him, smiling, "Now let's go give you a shower and then go down to the lobby for breakfast. So, want to go to class with me Draco?"

Draco nodded with glowing eyes, "Can I?" he said excitedly.

"I think Sev, Severus must have thought of this possibility, the professors will allow you to come." Harry stood up and replied, he picked up Draco and led him to the bathroom, thinking about how to explain all this to Hermione and Ron, And maybe the Slytherins under Draco.What will they say? Draco Malfoy had suddenly turned into a five-year-old.He bet Snape wouldn't be kind enough to inform them, that was something Harry had to figure out himself.

Quiet.

When Harry Potter led a child into the hall, everyone seemed to have been cast with the Petrification Charm and the Silencing Charm at the same time. Harry looked around quickly, looking for the iconic red hair and shaggy head.When the school opened again, the tables in the Great Hall were no longer separated by house, but four, well, three houses crowded together, and Slytherin still insisted that they should be separate.Eventually he caught sight of Ron in the middle of what used to be a Ravenclaw table, who was staring at him dumbfounded. Hermione frowned, but she waved to Harry.

"Why are they all staring at us, Harry?" Draco asked in a terrified whisper, squeezing Harry's little hand back harder.

"Well, because I'm famous..." Harry said, feeling irritated, he really didn't want to involve Malfoy as a child, "Don't mind them, Draco. Come on." He bent down and picked up the little boy. boy.Ignoring those who try to stare a hole in him, he's all too familiar with this. Harry walked straight towards Hermione and Ron, and everyone he passed automatically made way for him.

"What's going on??" Ron looked at Draco in Harry's arms in horror, "This brat looks like Malfoy!!"

"I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, hello," Draco said, looking at the redhead suspiciously, "Why are you surprised?"

Ron looked like he'd been punched.Regardless of the circumstances, Harry really wanted to laugh, after all, this was a non-physical conversation between a Malfoy and a Weasley of the century.

Apparently the people around thought so too, they all listened with their ears up, observing everything that happened here.

"Is that why you didn't go back to your dorm yesterday, Harry?" Hermione asked, pulling Harry back to reality, "Ron told me that even your luggage disappeared."

Harry stepped over the chair and sat between Hermione and Ron, and he let Draco sit on his lap, "I'll explain, but not here, okay?" He was getting tired of being noticed again, by anyone. "Now I need my breakfast," he said as he filled the plate for himself and Draco, taking two glasses of pumpkin juice at the same time. Draco ate his breakfast in silence, watching Harry interact with the other two Gryffindors.

More and more people gathered in the Great Hall, and most Slytherins after the war had maintained a tradition of not being close to other houses, even if they had become much more friendly.They insisted on sitting together, as if they had reached some kind of agreement, with the seniors taking care of the juniors, with Draco Malfoy leading the charge.And now everyone realized that the leader of Slytherin had turned into a child, and sat in Harry Potter's arms.

No one could fail to recognize the man's blond hair and gray eyes, and his pale complexion.Those were unique, Malfoy's.

"I guess you'll explain it all to me, too, Potter." A voice came from behind Harry, Blaise Zabini was looking at him with folded arms, his tone softened as he turned to Draco, "Hi, Draco, I'm Blaise, remember me?"

"Blaise!" Draco recognized him, and his eyes lit up, looking excited, "You look different, too."

"Of course he is," Harry said, and then he turned to look at Blaise, the Slytherin who had clearly taken Crabbe and Goyle's place and done it better. Draco trusted him, at least as long as he could see them they were inseparable. Harry was pretty sure Zabini had been involved in leading the Slytherin switch, obviously, he was wise enough to make the choice along with Draco. "If you want, Zabini," he paused, collecting his thoughts, "we can meet at the entrance of the hall later, find an empty classroom or some goddamn deserted place, and I remember we'll have two sessions of magic together Shi, until then, let's fix this."

Blaise didn't look satisfied with his offer, but accepted with a slight nod, "I'll wait for you," he said, giving Draco a small smile, "See you later, Draco," and left with a frown.

Blaise didn't sit too far away, though, taking the seat opposite Harry, where Draco would normally sit.He didn't seem really focused on breakfast, and Harry studied the Slytherin for a few seconds, then looked at Hermione and Ron, and it was obvious they were the same, it was like a contest of absent-mindedness.The people around seemed to finally decide to let him go and stop staring at him like they did before, but he lost his appetite too, damn it, he put down his fork.

"I'm fine, Harry." Draco said to Harry a few minutes later, looking up slightly, and Hermione, to his surprise, handed him a handkerchief. Harry's mouth fell open in surprise, and Ron gasped, "Thank you." Draco was taken aback, but took it, Harry heard him say politely.

"I'm Hermione Granger, nice to meet you. I think you can call me Mione." Hermione smiled, and she seemed somehow to convince herself to accept this for now, and Draco introduced himself again. Harry was well aware that it wasn't just him, everyone was waiting for Draco to finish his breakfast so they could find a place to discuss all the problems of the moment.

They were lucky enough to find an empty classroom in the same corridor as the History of Magic classroom, and Hermione simply cleaned it.They sat at different tables, Harry was still holding Draco, Hermione and Ron were on the left, Blaise was on the right, he felt like he was being judged.

"You guys look like you're going to eat me alive." He said sarcastically, Ron still looked uncomfortable, trying to stay out of it, Hermione and Blaise both showed some expressions of disapproval to varying degrees, but neither of them spoke , waiting for Harry to explain everything. Draco looked around at them uneasily, Harry sensed the little boy's emotions, tightened his arms reassuringly, and gave him a gentle rocking.

He basically repeated what he had said to Snape, omitting the part about Griffin and the Chamber of Secrets.Considering that Griffin was temporarily kept in their dormitory, he didn't want to explain and create more trouble for himself.He didn't think it was wise to tell them, including Blaise, right now, even though he knew the Slytherin could be trusted, but he only told about Draco.

"I trust you, Potter." A moment of silence fell, and Blaise said after Harry had finished his explanation, allowing himself a hint of concern, "I think you should be aware that the situation is still sensitive to us, to All Slytherins." He gestured, and Harry nodded for him to continue, Draco couldn't understand what they were saying, his concentration was already distracted, and he began to focus on playing with Harry's fingers, and Harry indulged him, "Hogwarts There are still students here who are wary of us, you may not know, some of the first grades have been attacked, and they have only just come here! We need protection, we need a deterrent image, before this happens, This was done by Draco."

"What do you think I can do?" Harry asked, genuinely wondering, "What could I do for Slytherin? I thought you'd be the one to take Malfoy's place."

"No, I'm not." Blaise shook his head, "I'm just, probably his best assistant, and I can't lead them," he said, pointing to the Slytherins, eyeing Harry, "and obviously I'm not strong enough , can deter those potential threats.”

Harry finally understood a little bit, he had just really realized what the Slytherins were facing now, he had a vague understanding of why Draco Malfoy insisted on the continued independence of Slytherins, and Snape chose not to interfere.It occurred to him that the man must have agreed that these were issues they had to figure out themselves, like the one Harry was currently facing, because he believed they were tough enough.

Blaise was hesitating, and he took a quick look at Hermione and Ron, who had been absolutely silent during the conversation between Slytherin and Gryffindor just now, like Draco, but they were also listening absolutely intently . "I wish you could replace Draco, Potter," he said earnestly, ignoring Hermione's leaning forward to speak, "I don't think anyone else would be a better fit for the role, here. Believe me, even if I were I just came up with this idea just now, but this is absolutely, without a doubt, the best solution."

"I think he's right, buddy," Ron said suddenly, which made Harry think he might still be dreaming, "You gotta make a fucking statement. It's over, some people need to learn to let go of their prejudices—by , I hate to say this, but those Slytherin first years are innocent."

He's starting to get headaches again, and Harry knows that Blaise is right, that the Slytherins need someone, considering the current state of Draco Malfoy - their former spokesperson, Harry Potter, the attitude of the Gryffindor golden boy - to them It will be the most intuitive and powerful protection.This meant that he was going to stand up again, standing in the center of the vortex, accepting people's attention, he resisted instinctively, but felt that he had to do it.

"Of course, you're right." Harry muttered, he gave in, hoping he was doing the right thing, "I still need to claim a bunch of Slytherins, and obviously this one in my arms isn't enough." Blaise looked Relieved to get up, he looked at Harry gratefully, and Harry felt that he couldn't get used to this, even though he was getting used to little Draco Malfoy.

"It's almost time," said Hermione, standing up, grabbing Harry's schoolbag and handing it to Ron. "Obviously we have more Slytherin problems to solve now, but we still need to be on time for class, Professor Binns won't Would be happy to see us late together." She said dryly, and Harry thought she'd probably accepted the deal he'd just made with Blaise, and she'd understand anyway, Merlin, he didn't want to explain any more.

"It's not the first day I've realized that I'm fucking inseparable from Slytherin," Harry said to himself, standing up with Draco in his arms, looking up annoyed to see Blaise smirking at him inexplicably, "What?? ?”

"I've heard Draco say something similar, Potter," Blaise replied as he moved towards the door, "I've always been haunted by stupid Gryffindors" he repeated, imitating Draco's tone, "you're alike , you, and Draco."

"Shut up Zabini," Harry said wryly, "I don't fucking want to know."