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Draco was sitting now, arms resting over his knees as he looked over the fields. He then heard Harry, and looked over at him "What do you want, potter?" He asked. Only, it wasn't full of hate and anger like usual. Just.. plainness. Like there was virtually no emotion left.
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His eyes lit up "Oh! That would be cool!" He said enthusiastically "He could be your cat, and at the end of the year you could have him." He chirped. Nick knew about... his unique looks. But who was he to judge him? Nick felt as if everyone deserved a chance. And he shouldn't jump to conclusions. He knew first hand, being muggle born. not to judge someone over something they had no controle over.