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Harry looked up at McGonagall when she began to explain about the classes. He felt a bit nervous, hearing that he would be separate from Draco, although as mentioned about dropping classes, he felt a little bit better.
Refocusing his attention back on his mate, Harry nodded slowly and whispered. If it meant he’d be spending more time with Draco, he’d do anything for his Veela. “Yes, I’ll go into runes. I’ll have to drop a class then I suppose…?” he muttered and glanced back at McGonagall.
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