The Reputation of a Half-Breed House
Chapter 1: Wasting Time
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Bleach
Harry watched as Draco Malfoy bragged being the Malfoy heir, trying to impress the first years and asking them the same question he asked everyone. A question that was beginning to make Harry's ears bleed.
"Are you a pureblood?"
The boy he questioned looked decidedly awkward, trying to avoid the judgemental gaze and tucking his books closer to his chest, afraid the older student would make him drop them. Although Harry pitied the boy, he knew the teal eyes and white hair instantly attracted Malfoy. It caught everyone's attention and Malfoy's blood status made him no exception.
The small first year looked up at him, unimpressed.
"My name, Mr. Malfoy," he breathed, " is Hitsugaya Toshiro."
The name meant nothing to Harry. The few lingering, curious students resumed walking. No one gasped; no one gawked. Harry didn't know much about pureblood families, but the name turned no heads. It didn't seem to be one. And yet, Malfoy froze in his place.
It only lasted a second, but it was evident against his usual arrogance. He gathered himself quickly, his sneer back in its rightful place. Harry leaned against the wall behind Malfoy, curiosity nailing him in place.
"Hitsugaya?" He scoffed. "Ridiculous. That bloodline is dead."
Harry stared in confusion. It was a pureblood family? Malfoy's reaction was strange, he had seemed more confused than anything else. You would think that he would be overjoyed to have a new pureblood to impress. Apparently not, concluded Harry, watching Malfoy become increasingly flustered under the cold gaze of Hitsugaya.
"Besides," Malfoy insisted, "You don't have the appearance of one."
Hitsugaya could give Snape a run for his money with that cold look. Harry would never admit it, but he was impressed that Malfoy maintained his composure. under the gaze that had sent shivers down Harry's spine didn't cause a single stutter.
Finally, Hitsugaya broke the silence.
"Freedom to disbelief is yours," he granted."And may you reach your goals in a timely manner, Messrs Malfoy and Potter." The boy gave them a hint of a secretive smile.
With that, he disappeared into a classroom nearby. Malfoy turned and stared. He hadn't known Harry was there until the Hitsugaya pointed him out. The second their eyes met, they came to a mutual understanding.
It was rare for Harry and Malfoy to agree, let alone wordlessly. But as soon as the first year student disappeared, time unfroze and they suddenly felt every second ticking by horribly. They were going to be late. To Potions.
The enemies dashed towards the staircase, forgetting the strange scenario. Unless some miracle happened to land them in Potions quickly, Snape would kill them.