"I think, with all that experience, you will have no problem whatsoever, teaching a bunch of teenagers how to pass their OWLs," Draco’s smile was indulgent, and he rested a warm hand on Harry’s shoulder, at the junction where Harry’s muscle began to slope upwards into his neck, "I promise," Draco said seriously, "that you’ll be amazing - and I’ll help," he squeezed gently at Harry’s trapezius; Harry hoped that he didn’t notice the full body shudder that his firm touch inspired, "I might not be the two time destroyer of the Dark Lord, but I’m sure I can demonstrate a disarming spell well enough," Harry felt Draco’s thumb brush against his hair line for a moment, before the other removed his hand, "okay?" Harry nodded, offering him what he hoped was a stronger smile than he’d managed before, and spooning his porridge into his mouth to avoid having to speak.