After McGonagall had sent a bound Diane to the Headmaster's office, she checked up on all the students and excused class early, telling everyone they should relax, as they were excused from the rest of their classes for the day, and to take their assigned animals.

"We've gotta give this thing a name," Draco said, looking at their dragon.

Their dragon was happily crawling around on the curtains and flying around the room, enjoying life.

Harry nodded. "What do we name her?"

"You should name her Felix."

Both boys jumped at the voice, turning around to see Felix grinning at them.

"I heard what happened in your Transfiguration class. Ron gave me the password, and I thought I should check up on you both."

Harry smiled. "That's kind of you Felix."

The blonde boy grinned a crooked grin before sitting on their bed.

"So," he said, wiggling his eyebrows. "Are you two like, a thing?"

Both boys reared their heads in shock.

"No!" Draco said before Harry could. "Why ever would you think that?"

Felix shrugged. "People talk. Besides, after what you said at our Truth or Dare game..." He grinned suggestively.

Harry snorted. "We're not, Felix."

Felix grinned, leaning back against the wall. "That's good, I guess. Because Damon seriously has his eye out for you."

Harry grinned slightly. "Wow, whatever gave you that idea?"

Felix laughed lightly. "Are you considering it?"

Harry shrugged, smiling. Felix almost fell off the bed.

"You are!" he cried. "Oh, please let me tell Damon."

Harry grinned again. "You can tell him I'm considering it, but nothing happen until Draco and I are separated."

Felix sighed dramatically. "Fiiiieeeeeeeeen."

Harry grinned at his friend's antics. "Draco, you're awfully quiet."

Draco looked irritated. He was staring at the floor like it had personally offended him.

"Just thinking about what to name the dragon."

"Name it Felix."

"No."

"Fluffy."

"No."

"Pumpkin."

"No."

"Cuddlebunny."

Draco glared as Harry and Felix came up with more and more stupid names.

He sighed. "We're never going to name this dragon."

Harry thought for a minute, before smiling sadly. "What about Tonks?"

Draco looked at him, surprised. "My cousin?"

Harry shrugged, smiling. "It's a feisty little thing. Kinda reminds me of her."

Draco smiled softly. "Tonks it is."

*************

Draco and Harry decided to eat at the Slytherin table today, and it was Harry's idea to bring Tonks.

Pansy's eyebrows were raised to the roof when the pair sat down, their dragon sitting comfortably in Harry's shoulder.

"You know the rest of us left our pets in our rooms, right?" she asked.

"Sucks for you," Harry commented casually as he stabbed a piece of steak and held it up to Tonks.

Draco hid his smile behind his glass of water.

"What I'm saying, is why did you bring your stupid dragon to our dinner table?" Pansy's voice is mildly annoyed.

"Reptiles are kind of your thing. And she's not stupid, and her name is Tonks."

That shut Pansy up fast.

Harry was using two forks, one to feed Tonks and one to eat. Eventually, Tonks seemed to get tired of this. She flew down, landing on the table and eating a piece of steak straight off of Draco's plate.

Draco just rolled his eyes and continued eating.

"How are you not constantly aware of the fact that you're holding hands?" Blaise asked through his potatoes.

Harry shrugged. "I've gotten used to it. Occasionally we forget and one of us tries to walk away and remembers they can't, but we're mostly used to it now."

Blaise shook his head. "I don't think I could do it. I'd cut off my own freakin' hand."

Harry and Draco both just shrugged and continued eating.

Suddenly, someone dropped into the seat next to Harry. He jumped slightly.

"If Hermione says one more thing about 'stupid Malfoy', I'm going to flip my shit. I had enough of that from you the last seven years," Ron huffed.

Draco snorted, saying nothing. Harry grinned.

"Welcome to the table, Weasley," Pansy replied, a smirk playing on her lips. He sent her a matching smirk before snatching her glass of orange juice and downing it.

"Hey!" she cried in protest. "You're gonna freakin' pay for that!" 

She stood up and flung a spoonful of mashed potatoes at him.

He ducked out of the way, and her mashed potatoes hit Blaise straight in the face.

He blinked several times before slowly standing and splashing his grape juice all over her.

Harry grinned evilly. As Pansy sputtered and screeched, he launched his own spoonful of mashed potatoes over to the Ravenclaw table. It hit a girl on the back of the head, and she turned around, irritated, before seeing the scene before her. Her eyes widened.

"FOOD FIGHT!" she yelled loudly.

Someone from the Hufflepuff table hit Dean straight in the face with a pie, and chaos broke.

Harry kept him target in mind. "Draco," he hissed. "Throw the macaroni at Hermione."

Draco stared at him. "Why me? Why not you?"

"I can't throw left-handed," he lied.

Draco rolled his eyes, moving them so they were both standing on the Slytherin table, and threw his mac and cheese across the room at Hermione.

Her eyes zoomed in on Draco, furious. She threw her pudding straight at him, hitting Draco straight in the face.

Draco sputtered and coughed, before wiping it away from his eyes. He glared at Harry, who was bent over laughing.

"You can throw left-handed, can't you?" he asked the laughing boy.

Harry grinned and his answer was in the form of hitting Seamus in the face with macaroni with his left hand.

"You asshole!" Draco laughed. He shoved mashed potatoes in Harry's face, laughing.

Harry coughed and laughed, before getting hit in the stomach by applesauce, courtesy of Felix.

Harry couldn't help but stare at Draco's face as he laughed, a bright smile across his face and happiness in his eyes.

Across the table, Damon glared, stabbing his steak with his fork.