Harry had always been well aware about how people back at Hogwarts viewed him, especially professors who should have been looking out for him and the multitude of health problems he'd had from the Dursley's. No, his behavior was always 'attention seeking' and 'self benefiting'. He wouldn't say he'd gotten over it but it was definitely on the rather long list he was working through with his mind healer. He will never forgive either Voldemort or Dumbledore for putting him in the middle of the blood war but he had to find some way of moving on from that. If taking a position with the ICW was the way to move on, then he was going to be the best bloody Hit Wizard that he can be.

His mouth curls up in a wry smile as Draco lifts his hand up and kisses it. "It wasn't," he agreed, his voice soft. "She's being tried but if I could...," he exhaled a breath. If you asked him, She was just as evil as Voldemort had been and if anyone deserved a kiss from a Dementor, it would be her. He didn't finish the sentence, figuring Draco could probably connect the dots.

He glanced over at the clock. "It's about two now... I'd say we have a good four hours or so," he agreed and sent him a smile. "You would?"