"McGonagall said you were excused from classes this week - that’s good," Harry could only nod and edge himself out of his bed, his mind still half lingering on his dream, "She said... she said you were hanging out with Malfoy again yesterday," resigned, Harry nodded once more - if he were really fourteen, he thought he probably would have tried to hide this new connection with Draco. And he could totally understand Ron’s reticence - teenage Draco was a twat. And he certainly had no reasonable explanation for Ron as to why things had suddenly changed. As it was though, he was actually thirty five, and he wasn’t particularly inclined to explain himself to anyone anymore, "Mate, what’s going on with you two?" without Hermione there as a filter, Ron’s true incredulity came out, "Malfoy’s a dick, he’s always been a dick! What the hell happened?!"