Harry Potter stepped out of the Hogwarts Express and unto the platform. He looked around and saw Dracos sleeked blonde hair among the hundreds of heads, he had Crabbe and Goyle and either side of him pushing students out of the ways. Harry started walking towards him, however unlike Draco he didn't need two bullies to make way for him. The students parted like the sea for Moses when they saw him. When he walked up to Crabbe who nearly shoved him out of the way but upon seeing him put his hand down and moved out of the way, allowing Hary to fall into step next to Draco. Crabbe and Goyle didn't need to do anymore shoving. Harry and Draco walked for a couple minutes up the path to the carriages when a voice called out,

"Hey, Harry." Harry turned around to see a boy about his height with messy brown hair and hazel eyes, and a face that looked like a more masculine version of his. Upon his forehead he bore a lightning bolt scar, the scar which made him so famous. He walked up to Harry with that half smile on his face that pissed him off. Spoiled brat. " Im sorry about earlier, I didn't mean to embarrass you." He stuck out his hand and Harry looked at it. Sometimes he wondered if the bastard should have gone to Slytherin. He knew Harry would not accept it. It would make him look like the caring brother and Harry like a jerk. Oh well, not like I care. Harry looked his dear brother in the eyes and turned around and continued walking to the carriages, with a smirking Draco Malfoy next to him.

"Don't you think you are being a little harsh on your little brother Potter, I mean he is the Boy-Who-Lived." He laughed when Harry scowled at him. At that moment Daphne and Pansy Parkinson walked up to them, Pansy immediately going and hanging on Dracos arm, him muttering something about insane girls. Daphne looked at Harry but he raised his eyebrow, and she quickly went and leaned on him. They quickly got to the carts, much to Harrys relief, and got in. With Harry stopping to pet the thestral.

" So what did you do this summer, Harry." Pansy asked, while she once again leeched herself to Draco.

"What do you think I did Parkinson?" Harry snapped back, he could handle Daphne, he liked her a little. But pansy... At her confused look he rolled his eyes and growled. " What I did was the same like every other summer. I sat in my library while my parents spoiled my pansy brother, don't excuse the pun. And if you ask me an idiotic question one more time I swear..." He left the threat hanging. Even pansy wasn't dumb enough to ignore a threat from him. Only Chris Potter stood a chance against his brother. He might be arrogant and all, but he had potential and power. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes while Pansy and Daphne engaged in whatever it was women talked about.

He opened his eyes when he felt Draco lean in, somehow managing to wriggle out of Pansys grasp. Harry also leaned in close to Malfoy and turned his head so he can hear what he was saying. " you do realize we're fourth years now right?" Harry nodded, not seeing where this was going, "you do remember what happens in fourth year for us guys, don't you?" Harry eyes widened and a smirk appeared on his lips.

" What are you guys talking about?" Daphne asked, looking at them through thinned eyes.

"Oh nothing," Draco replied, "Just guy stuff." Daphne huffed and looked away. If only she knew just how true that was.

As they walked in to the Great Hall Harry immediately took a seat at his usual place at the far end of the table, away from the staff table. Daphne sat on his left and Draco sat across from with Pansy. Jason Bole, who was sitting a couple spaces away from Harry leaned and half shouted half said.

"Ey Potter, Ya ready fo' tonight." Several of the older males shot looks at the sixth year for being careless.

Harry only gave him a tiny grin and replied with, " Oh, I'm ready Bole, the question is, are you?" The rather large beater just gave a loud laugh and continued talking to the others around him. However the conversations quickly ended when Dumbledore stood up and tapped his glass. Quickly hushing the entire hall.

" May the sorting begin," at this McGonagall walked in holding the stool and the sorting hat. She had a haughty expression and looked extremely displeased about something. She roughly set the stool down and turned around. As the sorting hat sung its song Harry looked around at the assembled first years. However one of them caught his eye. She was a tall, about his height. She had long dark hair and when the light hit it right it looked red. She had pronounce cheekbones and full lips on her thin and pale face. Definatly a looker.

Harry had his eye on her, not noticing the look that Daphne gave him. " Gulia-Christina Philips." At this the girl moved forward and sat on the stool while McGonagall placed the hat on her head. It seemed to sit like that for four minutes before it finally called Slytherin. Of course she does fit the profile, Harry thought. She sat down on the other side of the table so Harry couldn't see her. He again withdrew his attention from the crowd. Only briefly noticing when Dumbledore stood up and announced,

" Welcome back and to Hogwarts my dear students, for those of you who are wishing you are not her. I would like to inform you that this year will indeed be very eventful I assure you. Now i'm sure that you are all very hungry so, tuck in." He then clapped his hands and piles of food appeared before everyone. Harry looked at his food but didn't eat. " Why aren't you eating?" Daphne asked. She wasn't worried oh no, Slytherins don't worry, they ask and store the info for later.

" I'm not hungry," Harry said bluntly, not giving her anything to use. " I ate allot earlier, you should know Daphne." Harry once again kept a straight face but Draco choked on his pumpkin juice, but he didn't spit it all out like he was sure that Ron Weasley would have. Daphne didn't blush but gave him a pretty hard smack on the arm for good measure.

" It's that girl, isn't it?"

" You got your eye on her do you not Potter, good things she is in Slytherin then eh, your brother can not get to her then," Draco sneered and continued eating

" Are you saying that my Brother is better then me."

" No, but he is the Boy-Who-Gets-Fuckedalote." Harry replied to this only by growling.

" And you're the Boy-Whose-gonna-get-fucked."

Draco visually paled at that and continued eating.

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After the feast Harry went down to the Slytherin common room with the others, they said the password, (Draconis, Draco laughed at that) and walked in. Harry walked to the armchair by the fire and sat down while Draco walked to the couch and sat down, spreading his arms on the it's back. Crabbe and Goyle standing behind the piece of furniture with their arms folded. Pansy was gonna go cuddle with him but Draco, now in his element, scowled at her and said,

"Pansy, just because I am betrothed to you does not mean I like you. There is no show to put up around here so why do you not go up to your room and do whatever the fuck you do in your room." He was pissed. Pansy was obviously used to this as she just smiled turned around and really did go to her room. The older students snickered while the first years looked scared. The seventh years quickly went to inform the first years about the politics of the Slytherins. That was how it always worked. The first years were always sheltered by the seventh years, who taught them how everything worked but wanted service in return, like snack runs and such. The second years were the lowest, with no protection after leaving the womb of firstyearhood, they usually werent in the common room since there was nowhere for them to sit. The middle of the rectangular dungeon room was where the third years sat, at the table and uncomfy chairs, the fourth years tended to occupy the bck of the common room next to the entrance. The 5th years were usually in the shadowy corners of the common room when they weren't occupied by an older couple doing their stuff. The sixth and seventh years tended to occupy the couches and armchairs around the fire and the end of the common room. Draco and Harry were an exception. Poor second years. Harry looked around the common room and found who he was looking for. He knew how Slythering worked. First years were claimed, not the other way around, and she was a fist year technically speaking.

" You're pretty old to be a first year are you not." Gulia, turned her eyes to him, challenge blazing in them. " Do you have a problem with that," she snapped back " I'm perfectly capable of handling myself." Harry simply laughed.

" No, you're not, not here, this isn't a battle of magic or strength here Gulia," She looked slightly surprised the he remembered her name, but quickly hid it, " Everything here is mental, no-one is prepared for it, a Gryffindor wouldn't last a day in this environment. What year are you in?"

" Fourth."

" Good thats my year, your a little late for the claiming-„

" Claiming?"

"Slythering tradition, a Seventh year picks a First year and shows them around and protects in return for service, no that kind of service," he quickly added seeing the expression on Gulias face. "You are a fourth year, so i suspect they would want that kind of service with you, so I'm offering my protection and I'll show you around." Her eyes thinned and she litterly hissed, and Harry was sure that her pale blue eyes had flashed red for a second.

" An exchange for?" Harry looked at her, Slytherin Indeed.

" Lets just make it a debt, shall we?" Harry didn't offer his hand, as he knew she wouldn't take it. "Deal." She said and brushed past him and up to her dorm. Harry looked to a sixth year who was looking at him and raised an eyebrow. The angry sixth year was about to say something but shut up and turned around when Harry felt a presence next to him.