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"I hate homework," Harry mumbled as he walked down from his bedroom, his arms full of blank parchment and schoolbooks, haphazardly holding his quill and inkwell. Draco snorted amusedly from his place in front of the fire on the floor, his own homework in front of him as he tried to work his way through it.

"But I hate Divination homework the most," Harry glared at the dream chart sitting on top of his miniature mountain of undone essays, sitting down opposite Draco.

Draco held up his own chart. "I'm just making stuff up."

"Ron and I have been doing that since first year," Harry said, dipping his quill into his inkwell. "Alright, last night I had a nightmare about being brutally eaten by an acromantula while Snape yelled at me for my late potions essay."

"Did you really?" Draco was grinning.

"No, of course not. I always tell her I dream about my death; she loves predicting my untimely demise."

"Make sure you include Umbridge in a few of those. She's put Trelawny on probation, which Trelawny obviously isn't happy about," Harry leaned over to look at Draco's chart, which was scattered here and there with nightmares about Umbridge. "I have a feeling we're going to get extra points for it."

Harry nodded. "Okay, let's say... I dreamt that Umbridge grew three heads and gave me fifty weeks of detention before expelling me," Harry muttered as he wrote it down. "Have you ever written any of your actual dreams on this thing?"

"Once or twice," Draco replied. "A while ago though."

"I've still been having that stupid nightmare, so I'll chuck that in," Harry said, scribbling down the various details of him walking along a dark corridor and opening a door, to be met with a tall, dark figure, flames crackling.

Half an hour later, Draco sighed in relief, finally putting the dream chart aside. "Done," he muttered, thankful.

Harry sighed frustratedly.

"Do you want me to help?" Draco asked quietly. Harry nodded, Draco moving to sit beside Harry, leaning his head on the vampire's shoulder as they began to make up even more absurd dreams.

******

"Hermione, can you let everyone on the list know that I've found a place for out first meeting?" Harry jogged up to the bushy haired girl, stifling a yawn.

He and Draco had dozed off on the floor in front of the fire, and as much as he loved waking up in Draco's arms, cuddled up close to his warm body, sleeping on the floor probably wasn't the best place to be, as his back was aching now.

"Um, sure," Hermione said, frowning. "Where?"

"On the seventh floor, opposite that tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy being clubbed by the three trolls," Harry answered, unable to hold back a grin as he caught sight of Draco up ahead, the Slytherin looking just as tired as Harry felt. Without another word to Hermione, he dashed to keep up with him, Hermione glaring spitefully after him.

******

Classes seemed to pass unnaturally quickly today; maybe it was because Harry was dreading the time of day where he'd be called upon to teach other kids defence spells.

He and Draco were on their way back to their dorm, mostly to get changed out of their uniforms and try to write up a brief lesson plan for Harry.

Draco didn't really want to go, he knew that most of the people there would want to use whatever jinxes Harry taught them on him, and he didn't exactly find that idea appealing.

Draco held their portrait door open for Harry, following the black haired boy inside. "Well, I'm going to go and get changed, then I'll meet you back down here and-" Draco was cut off as Harry cried out in pain.

He staggered, clutching a hand to his forehead, vision blurring as pain ran through his forehead in jagged bursts. Draco caught him before he fell to the floor.

"Harry? Harry, are you okay?" Draco's panicked voice was blurry in Harry's ears, he couldn't hear properly.

All he knew was that he felt angry. So, so angry. So terribly angry, he wanted to bite someone and rip out their veins, to watch them bleed dry on the floor and then continue with another person. He felt his fangs forming in his mouth and buried his head in Draco's chest, trying desperately to block out the fury filled thoughts that were warping his mind. Draco wrapped his arms around Harry, holding him tightly.

Finally, they subsided, the pain a dull echo.

Harry lifted his head shakily, looking up at Draco who was watching him with an expression of worry.

"Was it your scar?" Draco asked quietly, lifting a hand to let his fingertips brush over the jagged lightning bolt like mark that would forever remain on Harry's forehead.

Harry nodded shakily. "I-I felt angry."

"Angry?"

"Really angry. N-No, I didn't feel angry, he did," Harry muttered.

"Who?"

"Voldemort. This was like last time, in Umbridge's classroom, except there, he was... Happy. Extremely happy."

"Did you have a vision or something?" Draco asked, searching Harry's eyes for any other emotion that he might be hiding.

"No, I just-I just know, it's difficult to explain," Harry murmured, frowning at himself.

"Maybe you shouldn't go to the lesson then," Draco said quietly. "You don't look very well."

"I'm fine," Harry said indignantly. "Perfectly fine."

Draco narrowed his eyes, still unsure. "You know that I can't let you do anything like teaching a class when you're not alright?"

"I'm fine!"

"You're not, okay? I'm not going to pretend that I haven't noticed your nightmares getting worse, and you don't look healthy," Draco said worriedly, taking Harry's face in his hands.

"When did I ever look healthy?" Harry asked weakly.

"Well I can tell when you're worse than normal, then," Draco replied quietly. "Other people might not be able to, but I sure as hell can."

"Draco, I'll be alright for tonight. It's the first one, I can't just cancel. You are coming, right?"

"I-I didn't want to, I mean, I don't want to get jinxes flying at me from every direction-" Draco started.

"You won't," Harry said firmly.

Draco bit his lip, internally fighting with himself. Half of him was being logical and wanting to stay here, where it was safe, but the other half was begging for him to do what Harry told him. If Harry told him to jump off a cliff, Draco had a sad feeling that he probably would.

He leaned his forehead on Harry's shoulder, letting out a quiet, rather pathetic whimper. "Harry..."

"Besides, I need someone to help me demonstrate the spells."

"So I'm what, your experimental Guinea pig?"

"No," Harry grinned. "You're my very glamorous assistant." He leaned up to peck Draco's lips affectionately before dashing up the stairs towards his own room, leaving Draco to run a hand through his hair before doing the same.

******

I need a place where we can practice.

I need a place where we can practice.

I need a place where we can practice.

Harry stood, watching as Draco paced across the corridor in front of the blank wall where a door had stood only last night. He paced in front of it three times, a look of concentration on his face.

He stepped back, watching as the huge door that Draco had been standing in front of last night materialised.

"How long until everyone gets here?"

"Ten minutes," Harry replied. "Can we go in?"

Draco nodded, pushing open the door and looking around.

The room was huge, but Draco could still tell that it was the same size as the room of lost things. It seemed to appear bigger without the many piles of junk filling it. The room was vastly empty, except for a large mirror on the wall in a darkened corner and a tall, mannequin figure of a Death Eater opposite. Cushions lined the floor, Harry knowing that they could be useful for stunning. Bookshelves also ran along one of the walls, filled with all sorts of books that Harry knew Hermione would be obsessed with. Sitting at the very back of the room, rather close to the mannequin, was a desk full of all sorts of items, some of which Harry recognised to be foeglasses and sneakoscopes.

It was definitely large enough to fit in all the people that were coming, Harry found with relief.

"We could have a problem," Draco murmured, walking over to the mirror. Harry followed, standing beside him, but his reflection refused to show.

Draco waved his wand, fogging the mirror to the best of his ability. It wasn't as noticeable now, thankfully.

"This is creepy," Harry called from the other side of the room, Draco jumping when he hadn't realised that Harry had moved. He was looking up into the metal, skeletal face of the death eater mannequin.

"Freaks me out," Draco agreed, the tall mannequin disturbing him far more than he'd care to admit. He bit his lip, forcing himself to suppress the many dark memories that surfaced at the sight of the mannequin.

"What exactly does being your 'glamorous assistant' entail, then?" Draco asked.

"You just have to sit there and look pretty," Harry grinned, lifting a hand to tuck a stray lock of Draco's hair behind his ear.

"Oh, great, I'm good at that."

"Indeed you are. But there's a bit of a catch."

"A catch?"

"You might get Stupified a couple of times, depending on what I decide we're learning."

"Oh, wonderful."

******

Draco stood shiftily at the back of the group of students, finding that everyone who'd signed their name on Hermione's jinxed piece of parchment was here, and all without 'spots that would make Eloise Midgen's acne a couple of freckles.' It was easy to surmise that no one in here had told Umbridge a thing; but the only question was how she managed to find out. Draco just hoped that it wasn't his letter to Remus that had got the decree put up.

Hermione and Ron were the first to arrive, Hermione practically squealing in delight at the bookshelves filled with books. Ron seemed rather impressed that Harry had 'found' a room that didn't even exist on the Marauder's Map, but in reality, Harry knew that Draco had found this place.

The room seemed to be very important to Draco, and Harry knew that he was probably here on the many, many times Harry saw Draco's dot on the map simply disappear, or when he couldn't find it.

"Well, this is the place were using for practice sessions," Harry said, somewhat nervously. "I see you've all found it okay."

"This place is brilliant Harry!" Cho Chang piped up, looking around.

"It's rather bizarre," Fred said. "We hid here from Filch once, remember George? But back then it was just a broom cupboard."

"Well, I've been thinking about what stuff we ought to do first-" Harry began, pausing when he noticed a raised hand. "What, Hermione?"

"I think we ought to elect a leader," she said.

"Harry's leader," Cho immediately said, a smile on her face as she eyed the vampire, Draco immediately feeling anger flare through him.

"Let's vote on it then," Hermione said. "Everyone who thinks Harry should be leader?"

Every hand in the room was raised.

"Right, well okay-" Harry was once again cut off. "What, Hermione?"

"I think we ought to have a name," she said brightly.

"Can we be the Anti-Umbridge-League?" Angelina asked.

"Or the Ministry Of Magic Are Morons Group?" George asked, Fred grinning.

"What about the Defence Association?" Cho asked. "The DA for short, so no one knows what we're talking about."

"Yeah, the DA's good, just make it stand for Dumbledore's Army, because that's Umbridge's worst fear, isn't it?" Ginny asked with a grin.

"All in favour of Dumbledore's Army?"

Every hand was raised, Draco's a bit begrudgingly as he didn't particularly want to agree with a girl who was currently raking her eyes over his mate.

Hermione nodded with triumph, walking over to the mirror and pinning the list of names to it, frowning at the fogginess that didn't wipe off when she tried to wipe it off with her sleeve.

"Right," Harry said, hoping to finally not be interrupted. "Shall we get practicing then? I thought we could start with Expelliarmus, you know, the disarming charm-"

"Oh please," Zacharius Smith spoke up, rolling his eyes. "I don't think that spell is going to help us in a fight against you-know-who, do you?"

"If you think it's beneath you, then you can leave," Harry said coldly. No one moved, Zacharius now looking rathe sheepish. "Ok, we should divide into pairs and then practice."

The room was a haze for a moment while everyone bustled around and grabbed a partner, Harry making his way over to Draco. He didn't want to leave the werewolf on his own, and a bit of practice for himself could never hurt.

The room full of shouts of Expelliarmus, except for Draco, who remained totally silent and wandless as Harry's wand soared out of his hand again, Draco catching it triumphantly. Harry was positive that he hadn't seen Draco's lips move at all, not even to mouth the spell, and only a simple hand movement has caused Harry's wand to leave his hand.

"How do you even do that?" Harry asked with a grin, Draco taking out his own wand so Harry could disarm him.

"A lot of practice," Draco mumbled in reply, watching as Harry caught his wand.

Harry grimaced as he looked around the room. There was a lot of rather shoddy spell work going on, some people not even managing to disarm their opponents.

Neville finally managed to disarm Ron with a gleeful yell, but Harry felt too bad to point out that in a real duel their opponent probably wouldn't be standing there, focused on something else.

The something else that Ron seemed to be focused on for a few seconds was his older brothers, who'd taken to making Zacharius Smith's wand simply fly out of his own hand when he wasn't looking.

Ernie Macmillan was flourishing his wand unnecessarily, causing him to be constantly disarmed. Cho's wand immediately flew out of her hand, hitting her opponent who'd cast it there in the head, but Cho was too busy letting her concentration falter because of Harry to care.

Harry simply sighed, pausing to think for a moment before lifting his wand and pointing it to his neck, whispering Sonorus under his breath. Immediately his voice was amplified.

"Okay, okay! That's enough!"

Everyone stopped, turning to watch Harry.

"That wasn't bad, but there's definitely room for improvement," Harry narrowed his eyes at the Weasley twins briefly, who shrugged sheepishly. "Let's try again."

He left Draco to practice with the twins while he walked around the room, suggesting ways for everyone to improve, and slowly, the general performance became better.

"Expellimious!" Harry frowned when he saw Cho, clearly more focused on Harry than on her friend. "Wait, sorry, Expellimellius!"

Her curly haired friend's sleeve caught fire, and she extinguished it with her wand, giving Harry a death glare as if it were his fault.

"You made me nervous!" Cho said ruefully, her gaze clearly betraying the half glare on her face. "I was doing alright before now!"

Her friend turned away, a sour look on her face. "Sorry about her," Cho sighed. "I made her come along. Her mother works for the ministry and has banned her from any anti-Umbridge stuff."

"What about your family?"

"Well, they forbade it from me too, but like I'm going to listen after-after what happened last year," she said, her voice quietening.

Draco growled under his breath, thankful that no one heard, his eyes narrowed into angry slits. Little attention seeker, trying to take my Harry away from me.

"Well, my dad is very supportive of any anti-ministry stuff," Luna spoke up, clearly having eavesdropped. "I mean, all the goblins Fudge has assassinated! And the fact that he's using the Department Of Mysteries to brew illegal poisons to feed to anyone who disagrees with him!"

Cho opened her mouth to speak, looking puzzled. Harry cut her off. "Don't ask." Cho burst into a fit of giggles that made Draco regret ever allowing Harry to use his room, the room he'd been calling his safe-haven since he arrived at this school, to host these stupid classes where all Cho Chang wanted to do was gaze at Harry dreamily and giggle.

"Harry! Have you seen the time?" Hermione yelled from across the room, catching her partner's wand.

Harry looked to a clock on the wall, and realised it was ten past nine. Their curfew was nine o'clock.

"Right!" He said. "That's all for tonight. So, same time next week?"

"How about every Wednesday?" Angelina asked. "Quidditch season is coming up."

"Ok, every Wednesday."

Harry let everyone out in threes or fours, watching on the Marauder's Map to make sure that everyone got back to their dorms safely. The Hufflepuffs to the corridor near the kitchens, the Ravenclaws to a tower on the west side of the castle, and the Gryffindors to a corridor that led to the Fat Lady's portrait.

Ron and Hermione hung behind, obviously wanting to talk to Harry.

"That was awesome!" Hermione said.

"Did you see me disarm Hermione?" Ron asked, as if it were his proudest achievement to date. Harry nodded, remembering Ron's cheers of triumph.

"Hey, you only got me once, I got you loads!" Hermione retorted.

"Whatever," Ron mumbled. "Anyways, we'll see you tomorrow, Harry."

Harry nodded with a smile, watching Hermione and Ron's dots reach the Gryffindor common room safely.

He turned, seeing Draco standing at the back of the room, eyes trained on once of the Foeglasses on the desk.

It was empty, except for a tall figure walking across, twitching every now and then.

"You ready to go back?" Harry asked, intertwining his fingers with Draco's. The werewolf nodded slowly, tearing his gaze away from the Foeglass.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked as they walked back.

"I hate Cho Chang," was Draco's snarled response.

"Are you jealous?'

"I can't help being jealous," Draco replied, sounding almost tired.

"If it makes you feel better, I don't like her."

Draco scowled. Of course he knew that, but it didn't set his mind to rest.