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"This is absurd, Hermione! Absolutely fucking stupid! Slytherin! I respect Dumbledore, but fucking Slytherin?!" Harry snarled, storming down a flight of stairs after Hermione.
"It's the safest option, Harry," Hermione soothed.
"Safest option! Safest from what, exactly?! We aren't exactly safe with Malfoy around!" Harry bit out, hating the darkness of the halls as the made their way to the Slytherin Dorms.
"If you saw him at dinner you would think otherwise. He doesn't look healthy, Harry. He probably won't cause us any harm."
"Oh, now you're standing up for Malfoy? Great! Just fucking wonderful!"
"Harry! That's not it. I'm just saying he probably won't give us trouble, that's all." Hermione muttered as they slipped through the secret passage into the Slytherin Common room, on Dumbledore's instructions.
"I cannot believe I'm doing this," Harry hissed as they stepped inside. His eyes widened as he saw the common room though. Chairs and couches sat around the room, with a large fireplace, much like the Gryffindor Common Room except green and silver, and the crest was a snake of a lion. "I think you got the wrong room, Potter," Draco came up to them, sneering as always.
"Actually, Malfoy, we don't. Our houses have been switched. Ask Dumbledore if you don't believe me." Hermione stepped up to Harry's side, calmer then normal.
"Mudblood. I refuse to let you or Potter in," Draco hissed.
"Then I'll just have to go and get Dumbledore, I suppose," she shrugged, "unless you let us in."
"Just sod off, Malfoy! I don't want to be here either, but I can't do anything about it, I tried, so we're both just going to have to deal with it," Harry snapped, shoving past Draco and storming up what was the stairs to the boys dormitory. No one was up there, good, he thought as he spotted which bed was his, by his stuff sitting beside it, plus new Sytherin robes. He flopped onto his bed, hissing in frustration.
He hated it there. Even if he had only been there for a few minutes he new he hated it. 'And Malfoy! Dumbledore knows I hate him...' Harry sighed as he finished pulling on his nightclothes.
"Potter."
Harry heard the door open, and the voice of Draco reached him. He refused to answer, staying silent.
"Potter." Draco tried again. "Potter! God dammit, Potter, I know you're awake. Stop be childish and come out here for two seconds!"
Harry made a snarling like noise, and pushed the bed curtain aside. "What the fuck do you want, Malfoy?" He hissed. Now that he looked, he realized Hermione was right, Malfoy really didn't look healthy.
Draco huffed, crossing his arms across his chest, "yes, Harry Potter the Snappy Snake, that's what I'll call you." He muttered under his breath. "Why are you and Granger here?"
"Like I told you already, Malfoy, Dumbledore switched out houses. I don't know why, but I can't change it." Harry snapped.
"Jesus Potter! Try to be a little civil, will you?" Draco hissed, settling onto the end of his bed, just across from Harry's. "Why would he change you to Slytherin though? He knows your utter hatred for my house. And Granger of all people, in Slytherin. If anything, she deserves to be in Ravenclaw."
"She seems happy about it," Harry muttered.
"What happened to Weasleby? I thought you three where the Golden Trio, never to be separated?" There wasn't a hint of sneer in Draco's voice at all, as if he was just asking a genuine question for once.
"Ron? Him and Hermione had a falling out...I don't know, Hermione seemed...scared of him this time. It's...strange," Harry replied, meeting the intense silver gaze of Draco.
Draco leaned his elbows on his thighs, leaning his weight onto them. He tilted his head slightly, a lock of white-blonde hair falling across his forehead. "Scared? Of Weaselby? He's scared of spiders for Merlin's sake! And he's terrified of her cat, a damn cat! I heard him complaining about it all the time last year."
"Whatever Malfoy. I'm going to sleep."
"It's still early Potter. Even Granger's downstairs still." Draco pointed out.
"Like you give a fuck." Harry snapped, closing the curtain and laying down.
"Potter! Potter, wake up!"
Harry jerked awake, Malfoy's voice echoing outside the bed curtain.
"Potter, it's almost breakfast! I know it's dark down here, you have to get used to it. Get the fuck up, though! You're going to miss breakfast!"
Harry pushed the curtain away, glaring at the already dressed Draco, "sod off, Malfoy. Why do you even care?"
"Just, hurry up Potter." Draco growled.
Harry trotted down the stairs, dressed in his Sytherin robes, "morning, Hermione." He greeted. Though what shocked him, more then one person greeted him. Theodore Nott and Blaise Zabini chorused 'Good morning, Potter!' On there way out, and a few students unknown to him greeted him and Hermione as well.
"Hello, Harry. We better-"
"Well, well, well! I have to say Potter, and even you Mudblood," Draco strode over to them, his robes billowing around his ankles. What Harry realized though, is he didn't have the confidence in his stride as he did before, "that you look much better in green then red."
Harry rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "If we are going to be stuck down here for the rest of our time at Hogwarts, I would appreciate it if you stopped calling her a Mudblood!"
"Harry! It's fine. Just leave it." Hermione murmured, pulling him away from Draco.
"Oh, my deepest apologies Saint Potter, I will from now on forget that she punched me in the face, and do as you say, almighty Saint Potter," Draco sneered.
"Fuck off, Malfoy." Harry hissed, following Hermione out of the Common room.
"I just screw everything up," Draco muttered to himself after they left. He meant it, Harry looked gorgeous in green. Wait...gorgeous?
