As Malfoy spoke, Harry pulled a face, entirely in agreement with him. There had been absolutely no way Harry would’ve figured it out on his own, and he wasn’t surprised that it showed. It was entirely impossible to take any offence in Malfoy’s words, even if they hadn’t been softened by a smile.<br/>"It wasn’t even just Hermione," Harry corrected, the smile increasingly brighter on his lips. It had truly been a disastrous year in more ways than one, but the trouble had started in the preparation ahead of the first task.<br/>His head left his hand, straightening his posture slightly.<br/>"Hagrid and Charlie Weasley let me know about the dragons, sure, Hermione helped me practice my<span style="font-style: italic">Accio </span>for the first task – Cedric Diggory himself had to help me out for the second."<br/>Harry had always thought fondly of Cedric, finding that his death had done a better job of solidifying the end of his childhood than anything else. For the years following the Triwizard Tournament, it had been a recurring theme to his nightmares. "I told him about the dragons, so he said he owed me, but frankly I think it was pity."<br/>Relaxing back into the seat, Harry folded his hands across his lap instead, the chill of the evening creeping to his fingertips. His smile changed, the fond recollection turning inadvertently boyish. "We had to shower with them, you know? The eggs."