DISCLAIMER: THE CHARACTERS IN THIS FANFIC ARE 100 J.K. ROWLING'S! I DO NOT OWN THEM, BUT THE STORY IS MINE! ps-thanks for the good review turnout! i got 6 reviews in less that 24 hours! awesome! and I WELCOME FLAMES! ANYONE WHO DOES NOT LIKE MY STYLE, PLEASE REVIEW!
Harry is in his sixth year at Hogwarts, and everyone seems to be acting the same as always; Hermione is still a book worm, and Ron is still just as afraid of spiders as he always was. But something is different to Harry, and he can't figure out what. He knows that when Cho walks past him, he doesn't blush, or giggle, or anything like what he used to. When he walks past the Slytherin corridor, however, he gets a weird feeling, like he's forgetting something. Maybe he'll find out what it is, maybe he won't.
Harry was on his way to the Room of Requirement, when he passed a group of snickering Slytherins.
"Hey look! Wittle potty boy is going off to cry in the secret room!"
"Ha ha ha ha! Good one Malfoy!"
"Shut up Crabbe!"
"Yessir"
Harry got that feeling again. "Shove off Malfoy!"
"Ooooo! Potty's getting angry! What are you gonna do? Huh? Jinx me?"
"I might!"
"I doubt that Potter. Because that would mean doing magic, and then you wouldn't be able to play Quidditch! Besides, your wittle Dumbledore would get his panties all in a wad!"
"Ha ha ha ha"
"I said shut up Crabbe! And that's saying something Potter, seeing as he's dead!"
Harry felt himself reddening. He hated to admit it, but Malfoy was right. He wasn't going to do anything to Malfoy. So instead he chose to punch him in the nose. hard.
crack
"Argh! By dose! By dose! Youll pay for dis Podder! You bark by words!"
Harry couldnt help himself. He laughed until tears fell from his eyes.
Upon reaching the wall that held the Room of Requirement, Harry thought about needing a place to relax, and be comforted. The place he truely belonged right now. A door appeared, and Harry quickly stepped into it. After shutting the door behind him, Harry turned around and nearly pissed his pants.
Surrounding him was a room with a stone floor; beautiful leather sofas and chairs; dimly lighted work areas; and most stiking of all; tapestries of green,silver,and serpents. He realized with a jolt that he was in the Slytherin common room. This fact wasn't what scared Harry. Sitting in an armchair, gazing up at Harry with caring eyes, was a certain gray-eyed Slytherin.
"Come here Love. You look beat!"