Forgiven past || Drarry 8th year Story

Helping Hand

>>Harry's POV<< *I'm lazy, so Early December now :3*

Draco and I were sat in Defense against the Dark Arts. McGonagall was teaching it because every person who she attempted to get to teach here didn't want to teach this class. So she took it over and got someone else for Transfiguration. We share classes with 7th years now cause they can't add another hour for all of us 8th years, so they combined them.

Ginny kept looking at me, and I had literally no idea why. I was only half paying attention, playing with my quill in between my fingers. Draco was paying attention, though, occasionally writing stuff down during her lecture. It was almost the end of class, which meant I had a free hour after this. So did all the other 8th years as we take the classes we need to get the jobs we wanted originally before the war.

I wanted to be an Auror, but now I don't know, so I just took the classes they recommended to get me into mainly anything. "I will have no use for this, but" Draco mumbled beside me, and I looked over; he was shutting his notebook and sliding it into his bag. "Tonight's assignment will be a short essay of the forbidden curses. Also, Potter, will you speak to me after class?" She said as we packed up, and I nodded. Draco looked at me, confused as he pulled his bag over his shoulder.

"I'll wait for you," He said, following everyone who was leaving, and I made my way up to the front. "How are you feeling?" She asked, and I squinted a bit. "Fine," I responded, and she smiled, flipping through a book on her desk and then turning it my way. "My first years don't like listening; I was wondering if you could talk to them about this topic. It's not my forte," She said, and I rubbed my arm.

"Sure? Maybe they'll listen. When do you want me to?" "Tomorrow, if that's okay. You don't have classes, so I was just wondering," She explained. I looked down at the book that showed all the student's photos and their names. They started combining houses when doing classes as they didn't have enough teachers here anymore, they'll probably get more success with the teacher finding next year, they spent most of the year repairing the castle.

"Thank you for the help; I'll make sure to put that on your extra credit" She winked, and I smiled. "Have a good day, Potter?" She said, dismissing me, and I nodded. "You too, Professor," I said, leaving- realizing she's the Headmistress now, but she did prefer being called Professor so.

Draco was leaning on the wall, tapping his foot. He looked up, though, when I left the classroom. "What did she say?" He asked as we walked towards the courtyard where most of the 8th years spent their free hour, if not in the tower. "She wants me to talk to her first years about defense against the dark arts. They don't listen, apparently." I said, and he smirked so attractively.

"Well, you do have experience with teaching that stuff" "True," I said, placing my bag down by the stone wall as we sat down, and he propped his leg up so he could lean on his knee. "She wants me to do it tomorrow morning" "Ah, now you'll have to wake up early, no more sleeping in," He said, looking at me with such friendly eyes.

It was so crazy how much he changed over a year. He was so kind now, also incredibly beautiful- as if I haven't mentioned that many times.

"You sleep in just as much as I do," I huffed, and he laughed. "Not my fault that mornings suck arse," He said, and I smiled, admiring his features like I always do.

"Hi, Harry!" Ginny came over to us, and I furrowed my brows in confusion. "Don't you have a class right now?" I asked, and she tugged at her skirt. "Well yeah, but I have a few minutes; it is just around the corner," She said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. I nodded slowly and looked at Draco, trying to hide the fact he is holding in a laugh. "How are you?" She asked. She went to sit down, but then I propped my legs up so she couldn't sit between Draco and I.