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Harry: "I think it is time we call each other by our given names."

Draco: "Okay Potter, I give you the right to call me Draco." The Slytherin laughed as he wrote, locked in a basement he was not sure he would ever get out of. His magic was too weak, and, truthfully, the owl would only bring his letters to either Ron, Hermione, or Harry. He had chosen the dark-haired wizard in only seconds, thinking he would be of the most use. 

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