Chapter 1: That Darn Slytherin

"Harry James Potter!"

Harry swung around to face a very red-faced Hermione Granger. If she weren't his best friend, he would have laughed at the fact that she currently was sporting bright blue hair. He simply stared at her, knowing she would continue.

"Harry, the Slytherins are at it again!" she cried exasperatedly, indicating to her mane of curly, untamed, electric blue hair.

Harry sighed, and then muttered an incantation to set Hermione's hair back to normal. This had been going on for long enough. The Slytherins, the cunning bastards most of them were, were making life hell for the Gryffindors, particularly members of Dumbledore's Army.

"Call a meeting, and I'll soon do something about it," said Harry, his voice with an authority that was rarely seen. Hermione rushed off, to gather everyone, Harry assumed. Harry slumped down into an armchair in the Gryffindor common room. The Slytherins were not aware of Dumbledore's Army, but Harry had a feeling they knew something was up. He sighed once more and made his way to where they usually met up: the Room of Requirement.

As he walked, Harry unconsciously gripped the latch on his satchel, one that had been given to him as a birthday present from Ginny Weasley. Harry thought about it. It had been exactly four months since Ginny confessed her love for him. But, Harry knew, he could never like her the way she liked him. Her love was unconditional but his was sister-like. He forced himself to not think about it. Inside the brown leather satchel, there held was his shimmering invisibility cloak, the ratted and old Marauder's map, his trustworthy wand, and the newest addition, a time-turner. He had no use for it, but he had bought it when simply browsing Hogsmeade, the other week. Suddenly, Harry felt his breath knocked out of him when he came into contact with something. A wall. No, something that was more human-like. Harry had fallen onto the floor from the impact and looked up, into the grey eyes of Draco Malfoy.

Harry swiftly got off the floor, and glared at Malfoy. Malfoy sneered. "Malfoy," Harry muttered, as a greeting.

"Potter," Malfoy replied curtly. Without so much as another glance at each other, the boys made their separate ways. But suddenly, Harry stopped. He hadn't noticed his satchel was missing. He made a sound halfway between a groan and a growl and ran back hoping no one had taken it. Peering around, Harry found his satchel exactly where he left it, untouched. Glad that it was so, he put it around his shoulders and once more navigated himself to the Room of Requirement, where everyone else was anxiously awaiting.

"Hey, guys," Harry, said, with a nervous grin. Hermione had conjured a podium from what used to be a mere table. Everyone else smiled up at him, but they still had worried looks on their faces.

"Why were you so late?" asked someone. With a jolt, Harry realized it was Ginny.

"Uh, nothing, just Malfoy," said Harry, wanting to discuss it later. Everyone else nodded as if to say Yeah, I've been there. "Anyways, I'm sure most of you have noticed, the Slytherins have noticed something has been going on." A murmur went around the room at this statement. Harry continued:

"Slytherins have been playing childish pranks on us, and knowing that if we all complain, the teachers will have an idea about the DA. However, I'm not saying we're going to fight fire with fire, as that would make a bigger fire," Ron Weasley, easily distinguishable by his fiery hair, roared with laughter, then joined by Seamus, Dean, Neville and many others. Harry was bewildered. What the hell did he say that was so funny?

"Sorry, mate," Ron chuckled lightly as he explained, "It's just, I never imagined you would say the opposite of what you usually do,"

Harry nodded in understanding. He decided that they should talk about this later, maybe tomorrow, as it was getting late.

"We'll meet here tomorrow, it's getting late and I don't want to be keeping you from homework and such," dismissed Harry, and everyone slowly filed out. Hermione and Ron were left, and they all walked to the Gryffindor common room together. It was an awkward silence. Ever since Harry had broken up with Ginny and Hermione and Ron started dating, he felt a bit left out.

"Harry, what's this?" asked Hermione as she went through his satchel, once they were in the common room.

"What's what?" Harry posed, with a questioning look. Hermione was holding a wand, which was clearly not Harry's, as he was twirling his around in his hand. Harry stared at the wand, trying to remember if he ever put a stranger's wand in it. Then it struck him, his earlier mishap with Malfoy. He sighed, he would have to go give it back, or else Malfoy would kill him. Since when do you care what he does, said the annoying voice in his head. He ignored it, claiming that the Slytherins would badger them to death if he didn't return his wand.

"It's Malfoy's wand, I think I accidently picked it up," said Harry, calmly. Ron, who was sitting in the armchair beside Harry, gaped.

"And you're going to give it back?" said Ron, disbelieving.

"Yeah, I think the Slytherins would kill me if I didn't," Harry said, getting up. Hermione nodded, knowingly, while Ron still looked as if he witnessed Hufflepuff winning 700 to 0 at quidditch. Harry walked out of the common room, bidding good-bye to the Fat Lady and walked towards to the Slytherin dungeons, which he knew so well. He tried the password, and smiled, as it still remained as "Pure-blood".

Instantly, at least twelve wands were pointed at him. Harry put his hands up as a sign of surrender.

"I'm here to talk to your leader," Harry said, keeping his composure. At this, everyone had confused looks on their faces. Harry inwardly sighed. "I mean, Draco Malfoy,"

The Slytherins apparently understood, and Pansy Parkinson disappeared up the stairs. Harry took a moment to look around; all while his hands were in the air. The entire room was not unlike what it was in the 2nd year. It was a scary dungeon, with skulls and green everywhere. A blonde-haired Slytherin, walking gracefully downstairs, interrupted his thoughts. He briefly noted that despite what everyone said, his blonde hair was not the same as Luna Lovegood's, as his was lighter and more feathery.

"Malfoy," he said once again, as a greeting.

"Potter," he replied once more. "I'm assuming whatever you have to say to me is at the utmost importance."

Harry nodded, and Malfoy scowled and motioned to the door. They both walked outside, standing opposite to each other.

"You can put your hands down now, Potter," Malfoy rolled his eyes. Harry blushed, not realizing his hands were still up, and instantly put them down. "You came here for something?"

Harry brought out the 10", hawthorn wood, and unicorn hair core wand out to meet the eyes of its owner. Malfoy gasped.

"My-my-my wand," he obviously was not expecting this at all. Harry had to choke back a chuckle at the look on Malfoy's face. He reached forward to take it from Harry. Harry stared at his hand, which was holding Malfoy's wand as he gave it to him. Their fingers brushed slightly, and both boys tried in vain to hold back shivers. Harry did not expect Malfoy to be freezing and Malfoy did not expect Harry to be burning.

"Uh, Malfoy." Harry said, trying to get the other boy's attention. "I'd like you to stop playing pranks on the Gryffindors now."

Malfoy, still staring at his wand said a simple, "No," and then left to go back in the common room.

Harry sighed. Damn that freaking Slytherin.