"There is a lot of good literature out there. That might have happened since my best friend is a Ravenclaw. I think you will like them. There is a little bit of everything in them," he replied with that familiar grin. He had missed their talks.
"Get me out of it." He had noted that Draco hadn't really offered to try. "It's bloody ridiculous and now I am itching all the time. I really shouldn't be expected to be there too." He knew if anyone could get him out of that, it was his father.
"I don't really know. I assume they are itching too. We are worse than dogs," he told him. His face went serious, "I need you here." There was still no one he admired more than his father. Even though he was angry that his father had left, he was back now.