The next morning went like any other Saturday morning. Ron would wake up abruptly, rush his dressing, and force Harry to join him half way through so they could be one of the first to breakfast. There was no reason to, since there was no classes on Saturday, and breakfast was served till ten, but Ron was determined to reach the Gryffindor table to stuff his freckled face full.

"Harry! Get out off bed already! It's Belgian waffles for breakfast today! I wanna get there before the first batch is gone!" Ron yelled, shoving the quilted covers off Harry's cold body onto the floor. Harry remained still, ignoring the chill running down his spine. He didn't care for breakfast. He rarely ever did eat. Especially now-a-days. All he wanted was a little more deep sleep, although that blessed wish was gone. Getting up, Harry quickly repositioned his glasses, since he forgot to take them off after reading, and headed toward his closet groggily.

"Go on without me. I'll be there in a minute." Harry moaned out of utter tiredness. Four hours of sleep obviously didn't meet his energy needs. Opening his closet, he pulled out his favorite jeans and long sleeve shirt, and started changing, not even noticing Ron's remark about him not being late. Harry pulled the grey top and blue jeans onto the respectable body parts and looked under his bed to retrieve his converse, finding his Divination book right next to them. It was open, it's pages turned to where he was reading the night before.

'I guess I missed my bag.' Harry thought to himself. The brunette picked up the book, reading over the paragraph again. It still made no sense to him. He was never heard of a transitional dream in class. Then again, he never paid any attention in Divination, so maybe he had, but never realized it. He grabbed a quill off his dresser and scribbled a word onto the page before finishing his dressing. Placing the final ties on his shoes, Harry slowly stood, grabbed the giant book the crease, and walked to the Great Hall while reading.

He must have taken more steps than he really imagined. Ron was already calling him from the Gryffindor table, a seat saved for him by his foot. Bending the tip of the creamy page to keep his place, Harry ran to Ron's side, grabbing a blueberry and popping it into his mouth before sitting down.

"Your reading your Divination book again? We don't even have homework for that class this weekend!" Ron said, grabbing for his fourth enlarged waffle. "What did you find that was so interesting in that thing anyway?"

"I was just bored." Harry replied, placing another juicy berry onto his tongue.

"At two in the bloody morning? What's that book have that's got you captivated all of a sudden?" Ron made a grab for the book, only for it to be swiftly taken by another pair of slender hands. A wave on curly brown hair swept over Harry's shoulder, successfully retrieving the book.

"Transitional dreams? What are you reading about these loads of rubbish for?" Hermione asked, her light brown eyes slitted in confusion in Harry's direction. A cold stare covered her face.

"I just thought it looked a bit interesting. Sorry for enjoying something other that hunting down Voldemort." Harry snapped, ignoring Ron's seemingly stuffed hissing sound. The brunette always seemed to behave like this every morning when he didn't gain enough sleep.

" 'Orry mate. Jus a wittle odd of ju to be 'eading. An pweaze say Yo-No-Wo!" the redhead muffled through a mouthful of chewed up waffle, making at almost impossible to clearly understand him.

"Honestly Ron, can you never eat like a normal human being?" Hermione stated, sitting down next to Harry. She handed him back his book, and started another nonsense argument with the ginger. Harry silently thanked God that Hermione didn't pay attention to the scribbled word. Harry took the book from Hermione's hand, opening it to the bended page, and read the barely legible word. 'Slytherin.' He looked over to the table where the snakes ate, to find, with no surprise, Draco Malfoy giving his signature smirk, staring him down. The blonde must have heard Hermione, because his visible emotion gave his thoughts away.

'Do it now. I want to see the results fresh.'

Harry looked at the page again. All he had to say was Chargnificus Destirinius Slytherin. But why was he so nervous? For all he knew, Slytherin would turn up a different color. Like blue, or yellow, or purple.

The brunette placed his thin right hand over his mouth, breathing in deeply to calm his exceeding heart rate. His green eyes were still connected to the Slytherin boys, as if to make sure they didn't break contact. He started whispering, once, twice, three times. A tingling sensation burst like lightning from his fingertips, forcing him to swiftly pull his hand away. He peered down.

"No way! Impossible!" Harry exclaimed loudly. His green eyes widened at the scarlet color represented on his skin. So he really was meant to be in Slytherin after all.

"What's wrong, Harry?" Hermione asked worryingly, dropping her fork into her eggs. "Is your scar hurting?"

"N-no! Actually, far from it. This is about the transitional dreams. I thi-"

"What does your palm say, Harry-beary?" Pansy Parkinson interrupted. She draped herself on Harry's shoulders, letting her head rest on his. Harry's back slouched, the sudden weight forcing him down.

"Now, now, Pansy. We didn't come over to harass the poor boy." Malfoy remarked, his head held high. He motioned his hands as to say 'Calm down'. He was walking rather oddly, his thighs seeming to never break apart.

"That is interesting!" Pansy continued, pulling Harry's hand so they both could view, completely ignoring Draco. Harry was now in a very uncomfortable pose, supporting two bodies, one of them being his own, and his elbow extended at a nerve-tensing angle. Malfoy noticed the pain, and placed Harry's arm into a more comfortable position. Reading the scarlet word, he instantly smirked, letting a slight laugh slip through his lips.

"Well then, it's decided. Potter, your my new play-boy." Malfoy stated in his normal snarky tone, pointing at Harry's chest, ignoring the blush creeping across the brunette's face.

"I thought I was your play-boy, Draky-cakes!" Pansy remarked, placing herself into Harry's lap. "You can have Blaise. I want first shots at Harry!"

"First, you were never my anything, and I had Blaise last week. Secondly, your a girl so you can't be a play BOY. Third, you know we agreed years ago I get first shots if a certain brunette joins us. In other words, your touching my property." Draco stated coolly, taking Harry's chin and raising level with his own. "I wonder how you look in women's underwear, or a bunny suit..."

"Hey! Get your filthy hands off of him, you idiotic bastard! What the bloody hell do you trolls think your doing over here?" Ron angrily yelled, standing up from the table, Hermione and Ginny following suit.

"Let me see your palm Harry! Now!" Hermione grabbed for Harry's wrist, succeeded in retrieval, and stared. The light seemed to leave her face. Her eyes became wider and wider, the surprise obvious. Ginny looked over her shoulder, the same emotion plastered itself onto her countenance. Tears trickled down her cheeks in utter disbelief.

"Harry...you actually...I never..."

"That's right, Granger! Your precious Potter is supposed to be in Slytherin." Malfoy yelled, his arm on his hip confidently, Harry's chin still in his palm.

The entire Great Hall silenced. All eyes were on Harry and Draco. Gryffindor was now on their feet, prepared to fight, only to be quieted by a simple remark. Without warning or hesitation, Malfoy grabbed Harry's upper arm, forcing Pansy off his lap, and pulled him through the giant wooden doors, leading him down the corridor.

"H-hey! Let go of me!" Harry ordered, obviously ignored by the Slytherin. "Malfoy, I said let go!"

"I'm afraid he can't do that, Mr. Potter." said the figure following closely behind. His black robes draped and swayed around his body, flowing behind him much like wings. His shoes clacked with the stone floor loudly, as if to give a sort of warning.

"Professor Snape, I-"

"There is no need to talk at the moment, since we're being unreasonably pursued by your old groupies." Malfoy pointed out, still having a firm hold on Harry's arm. Looking behind, he understood what he meant. Most of Gryffindor was following them intently, looks of surprise, anger, and utter betrayal occupying their faces.

"Of all spells to cast," muttered Snape, a look of slight disbelief on his pointed face. "You do the only one in all of Hogwarts that's jinxed."

"What the hell do you mean by jinxed?" Harry asked, still struggling to escape Draco's clasped hand, was finally released from the blondes pale hand. The greasy professor sighed, pushing Harry forward to speed his walking.

"The Destiny Writing spell is jinxed on only Hogwarts grounds, and has been for hundreds of years. If you use a house in the school, your automatically transferred, no questions asked, and no way to change it back." Snape snapped angrily, giving no consent to the Hufflepuff first year that he just knocked over. "We're going to speak with the headmaster to work out new sleeping arrangements, your schedule changes, and other minor details."

"In other words, Potter, your officially a member of Slytherin house." Draco looked over his shoulder, his smirk even eviler than before. His voice was teasing and playful. "Don't worry, we don't bite. Often."