Malfoy... isn't being prejudice.
It's a nice change of pace. (Or, it might've been the norm at this point, Harry wouldn't know.) The Purebloods of Discussion of Blood Purity Ideologies speak their mind so much it feels, and perhaps is, brainwashing. It's pathetic.
There's a back a forth between Dean and Pansy Parkinson happening-- ("They need contraptions that have taken thousands of years to perfect to do what we can do in seconds," says Pansy, passion leaking from her every word.
"If wizards limited themselves to only wizard partners, we'd be so inbred we'd die out within the century!")-- and Umbridge, the vexatious whore, is smiling on all the while. She occasional puts in her two cents, which is as biased as biased can be.
But none of that is surprising. That is to be expected; every aspect of this godforsaken class. Every aspect except Malfoy's silence. Harry thought it outlandish to even consider that he'd speak up for Muggleborns-- Umbridge's threat of "disrespect me and I'll Detention you" would ring heavy in anyone's mind, after all-- but for him not to preach Pureblood propaganda? It's... it's nice and it's enough.
Harry finds himself admiring Malfoy-- oddly enough-- which is a strange but not unwelcome occurance. It's much more preferred to paying complete attention to whatever bullshit is happening in Umbridge's class, so he lets it happen.
McGonagall burst into the classroom one evening during Discussions of Blood Purity Ideologies (Susan Bones stopped talking when she arrived, looking slightly pissed) and says she needs Ron to come with her right now. "Your friends are welcome as well, it doesn't my matter," she added, and the solemness of her voice hung heavy in the air.
Umbridge, of course, was a straight up bitch. "You cannot pull my children out of class--" (Harry personally thought that being called one of Umbridge's children was repulsive hit he let it be) "--they need to learn. Education is very important to young, impressionable students."
"It's a family emergency," McGonagall said sharply. Ron's already growing alarm seemed to amplify at that, but any questions he stuttered off were ignored. McGonagall seemed one ounce of self control away from hexing Umbridge's mouth away (and, honestly, Harry was here for that.)
"Well then why must the other two go?" huffed Umbridge. "Potter certianly is a troublemaker and I'd hate for him--"
"It's on order from the Headmaster," said McGonagall. Umbridge's demeanor seemed to sharpen at the mention of Ol' Dumbledore. "And the Ministry."
"The Ministry?" Now Umbridge seemed more confused than anything and Harry was coming to understand her perspective.
"Yes. They know and are allowing it." She gestured to the Trio, who scurried out of their seats and out of the classroom. It took every ounce of willpower for Harry not to send Umbridge a glare on the way out.
McGonagall walked swiftly, but they had little trouble keeping up. Ron seemed distressed (as anyone might be) but Hermione seemed more happy to be out of the class than anything.
The Headmaster's office, then they arrived, seemed to be more crowded than Harry had ever seen it. The entire Weasly family seemed to be called out of class. Percy, who had long since graduated, stood in Ministry uniform to the side. Bill and Charlie, who had since been staying with the Order, sat amongst the room, too.
The only one missing was-- "Where's.... where's Arthur?" Harry asked.
Molly sobbed.
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Nightmares (HP) (Drarry)
RomanceHarry Potter, for reason unbeknownst to him, only gets a night without nightmares when he brushes hands with the one and only Draco Malfoy. Chaos ensues.