It was twenty-five years to the day that he'd first received his Hogwarts letter... Twenty-five years, and he was lucky to have lived through the first one... So yes. Things might not have gone exactly as he had planned, but he couldn't complain. The only thing he really wished for, was someone to share the rest of the years with. My first attempt at an HP (DRARRY) fic.

It was his job, after all, to keep an eye on Draco Malfoy at all relevant occasions… a job that Harry had initially taken out of stubbornness but had grown over the years to genuinely enjoy. Even if it was self-inflicted torture. 1-shot