Draco still couldn't get over the fact that animals liked him. It made him want to go up to cats in the Slytherin common room just to see if it was really true. The thestrals had all been affectionate enough though, and they were thestrals. And apparently he'd survived a summer in Romania with dragons. Draco had looked himself over for scars, but couldn't find any. He also couldn't believe his mother had let him go.
Draco walked towards the hut Weasley apparently lived in, feeling inexplicably nervous. He was hot and there had been... tension and all that stuff about how much Weasley hoped Draco hadn't forgotten him. It wasn't like he would have shared something like that with Tom Riddle, right? Then again, he'd let him know about kissing his son. Draco walked up and knocked on the hut door, feeling nervous about the memories.
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