A/N: Hey guys, I know I haven't updated in a while, I'm really quite a horrible person. I have recently gotten back into this story line and am in the middle of reevaluating where I want it to go, this is what I have for chapter 2 so far. Sorry for any mistakes in advance and I hope you enjoy!
RainSmearedInk
CHAPTER 2
Harry POV:
The remainder of the train ride passed pleasantly for Harry. Luna, Neville, and Ginny had been accommodating and understanding, if a bit eccentric. Luna had spent the ride regaling them with stories of her and her father's continuous searches for Crumple Horned Snorkacks while the other three laughed and smiled at appropriate intervals. Overall, a more enjoyable time Harry hadn't had in a while, they hadn't even questioned his presence, it was nice, he decided, to just be accepted without having to answer twenty questions. Questioning why we hadn't spent more time with them in the past a pang of bitterness shot through him at how effectively Ron and Hermione had monopolized his time. No more, he thought as he made his way towards Gryffindor table studiously ignoring their stares as he sat at the far end of the table, as far away from the head table as possible.
Glancing around him all traces of bitterness left him as he surveyed his home. Returning students chatted happily with one another: the Ravenclaws seemed to be in the midst of a heated debate while the Hufflepuffs smiled affectionately at their peers and the Slytherins exchanged polite conversation. Scanning the Slytherin table Harry's alighted once again on Draco Malfoy and was surprised when the customary feelings of hate and anger didn't surface. Instead, the only feeling he could identify was curiosity, along with a healthy admiration for the Slytherin's physique.
Turning his attention back to his own table Harry allowed himself a smirk as he thought of their reaction to his leanings. He had no idea whether or not homosexuality was treated more openly here than in the muggle world, but either way it was bound to be interesting, Ron and Hermione's expressions, he decided, would be especially amusing. Searching out the objects of his thoughts Harry's brow furrowed at the conspiratorial conversation taking place at the end of the table. If their secretive grins (honestly, could they be any more obvious?) and stolen glances were any indication, he would be in for a rough time of it. Great, he thought with a heavy dose of sarcasm, just what I need, more people plotting my doom. His morbid thoughts came to a halt, however, as his attention was drawn to the procession of first years currently ogling and stumbling their way into the Great Hall. Ah, so it begins, Harry thought as the sorting hat began its song.
Draco POV
Absolutely pathetic, Draco Malfoy decided; as he watched the sorting begin. The hat's prattle about 'house unity' and the cooperation made him want to gag. As if anything of the sort would happen this year, especially with the reemergence of the Dark Lord. The wizarding world needed a scapegoat and judging by the frightened looks he was receiving from the first years, Slytherin House was filling that position quite nicely. Draco sneered, causing a brown-haired-wide-eyed first year girl to squeak audible and avert her eyes. It was clear, even from his distance, she was shaking.
Having noticed the altercation Draco felt a set of eyes on him for the second time that day. Looking up Draco scanned the Hall, his eyes falling on Harry Potter who was just then looking at him with one dark eyebrow quirked slightly. That git! He was smirking, Draco scowled, bloody Potter. He and his…wait, where were his trusty sidekicks? Searching the table, Draco spotted them further down congratulating a blushing first year as he took his seat, every so often throwing guarded looks at Potter. Hm, interesting, Draco thought as he turned to clap for a new Slytherin, filing the information away for later use.