“Almost did,” Draco stated as he slumped down on the couch next to Neville, leaning against him in a dejected, but intimately familiar, manner. Whenever his years here at Hogwarts had felt especially tumultuous, Neville had always been there for him and by now he couldn’t even imagine a single day going by without talking to him.<br/>“And no, I lived in green for the first 17 years of my life, I think I can handle it,” he said with a weak smile. It felt childish to be so upset about his ascension to head of Slytherin house being overshadowed by Potter’s arrival at Hogwarts, but that didn’t meant that that wasn’t what he actually felt.<br/>He had worked so hard for so many years to get where he was, and now it felt like nothing, just because the saviour of the wizarding world was back to teach a couple of classes. It was deeply upsetting and in a way it just reminded him of the ways that he had had to go.