Disclaimer: No, I do not own Harry Potter, and this will most likely be the last time that I say this.
Notes: Alrighty, I will respond to the whole name challenge thing at the bottom. Since I wanted to split my ANs in half, so I wouldn't keep you from your chapter, I will post the newly ReSorted Houses here. Those of you who notice this, I did remove some characters from the list. Let's say that they either died or their parents made them switch schools.
Gryffindor(original House)
Lavender Brown
Seamus Finnigan
Ronald Weasley
Mandy Brocklehurst(Ravenclaw)
Pansy Parkinson(Slytherin)
Ravenclaw(original House)
Lisa Turpin
Padma Patil
Hermione Granger(Gryffindor)
Megan Jones(Hufflepuff)
Millicent Bulstrode(Slytherin)
Blaise Zabini(Slytherin)
Hufflepuff(original House)
Justin Finch-Fletchley
Ernie Macmillan
Parvati Patil(Gryffindor)
Dean Thomas(Gryffindor)
Michael Corner(Ravenclaw)
Vincent Crabbe(Slytherin)
Gregory Goyle(Slytherin)
Slytherin(original House)
Draco Malfoy
Theodore Nott
Harry Potter(Gryffindor)
Terry Boot(Ravenclaw)
Note2: I want to thank blueray for noticing my mistake last chapter. I will go back and change it, most likely after I finish writing this AN, so don't worry about that. I will also change my mistake in chapter one with the counting of the teachers. Hopefully I won't get rushed and forget to fix any mistakes in this chapter...hoping that I make none though, also, for a small change of pace, I'm going to start off in Draco's POV.
Golden Boy
Chapter Three
Speaking with Snape
Draco sighed almost silently as he followed the Heads of Houses down the dungeon corridor and into the buildings that they would be housed in for their last year at Hogwarts. The student body was bunched into groups around him and not for the first time did he miss the comforting presence of his friends. Ahead of him walked Potter and Granger. Their heads were bent together and they talked in hushed tones, fingers flying in what appeared to be an established form of communication. Finding that he didn't really care how the Golden Trio communicated, he turned his attention to the two people that he deemed worthy of calling 'friends.'
Pansy was following just a few short steps behind the Weasel, a calculating look in her eye even as Lavender Brown drew her into conversation slowly. Despite the chatter coming in one ear, she handled herself well enough to talk civilly with Brown yet still keep Weasley in her range of sight. He had taught her that skill himself, when it became obvious that her father would demand her attention yet still be able to pay attention to what was going on around her. It was an ability worthy of a Parkinson, and Master Parkinson had to have an heir who had that in them.
Pansy had come to him for help on that front and before long, by the end of their second year in fact, she was worthy in her father's eyes. That had stopped any severe punishment in its tracks but now he employed other techniques to keep his daughter in line. They were humane in pureblood's eyes, but also strict beyond moral standards.
She was fine now, her Slytherin mask firmly in place as she stalked her chosen prey. Never mind that her prey was a redheaded moron, or even a Gryffindor placed firmly within his House and beliefs. Merlin's pants, it was apparent that the Weasley had abandoned his best mate over something as ridiculous as which House he was in! Even Draco knew that not every House was good or bad. It was the inhabitants that built the reputation. The Houses that they slept in did not change a person's innate character, instead it magnified the traits that were the strongest through internal growth within that environment. Draco doubted that a Weasley would understand that though, especially this one.
This time he turned his attention to Blaise, who like Pansy was stalking his prey in the form of the bushy haired companion of the Boy-Who-Lived. Blaise's stride was strong and Draco noticed that his gaze did not once leave her face regardless of the number of times that her eyes darted back to his tanned face, brow creased in suspicion. It was no wonder why Blaise liked her. She was strong enough magically to be a pureblood and intelligent enough to make up for the lack of blood.
Draco just wished that it hadn't been a Gryffindor turned Ravenclaw, especially one of Potter's friends. They could not possibly meet the standards of one Draco Malfoy, and he had high standards. Pushing that to the back of his mind he glanced around at the assembled students as they all stopped in what looked like a larger version of all the common rooms combined.
It reminded Draco of his godfather's personal chambers.
Dark red bookshelves with yellow, purple, and emerald green markers were filled to the brim with books. The rugs were a deep forest green with alternating lilac, gold, and black tassels and designs. Several fireplaces lined three walls, all with amethyst mantles and small knick-knacks on top with colorful patterns that had the symbols of the four houses engraved on them. Along the back wall stood four sets of double doors, all aged yellow in color, but with a flag from one House on each door.
"This is the main building," McGonogall's voice drew his attention to the front, so Draco turned his liquid silver eyes onto her, "This is where you can gather each day to converse with the members of the other Houses. This is where all the necessary books are to complete the assignments given to you each week. Now please follow your current Head Of House to the door in which hangs your House flag." With that the old cat turned to the door with the red flag on it and disappeared through it. Pansy sent a smirk to Draco and Blaise as she went.
Weasley didn't even turn around to wave to Potter or Granger. Draco snorted at that as he followed Snape through the doorway and into the new Slytherin territory, Nott, Boot, and Potter-with that small silvery cat of his on his shoulder-following him like the lambs that they were.
Draco knew exactly why Terry Boot had been ReSorted into Slytherin; his betrayal of his Housemates. Last year, after a month long absence due to an ill and dieing family member, he had come back and immediately started to catch up on his courses.
Alas, the death of his older brother had caused him to snap in some corner of his previously ethical and moral mind. Within a week he was bullying the other students in his House and stealing their work. Now, this was an action that even Draco could not lower himself to; he did have some standards and moral thoughts, even though he didn't broadcast it like other people did. He preferred to get his good marks on his own, it was the Malfoy way, after all.
HPDM
Harry walked on near silent feet at the back of the line, directly behind Boot who was following Nott who was being led by Draco. A precession of four that Harry wished that he was not a part of. He had long come to terms with the fact that Fate did not favor him one bit at all, though, so it was kind of expected. Hermione had already questioned him about why he was in Slytherin instead of in Gryffindor, or even Hufflepuff. He hadn't been able to bring himself to say that the reason was his innate personality and not some fluke of nature.
He had seen Parkinson watching Ron like a hawk, and Harry wished them the best of luck, even if Ron was upset that he wouldn't be sharing a dorm with his best mate. He had also seen Zabini keeping a close eye on Hermione and knew that he had spotted her secret admirer.
But Harry wasn't going to tell his friends who had chosen them. He wanted to see how it would play out before he dealt his hand. If it turned out that Ron and Hermione liked them too, than he could play matchmaker.
His face froze and fell for a split second before he caught it and stuffed the momentary insecurity into a closet in the corner of his mind and restored his icy mask. It was almost flawless, he couldn't stop the trembling in one arm from halfway to his elbow from his shoulder. That was hidden in the sleeve of his large robe, one reason he hadn't gotten them resized when he visited Madam Malkin's to get some new ones.
He knew that Draco could never see him for who he was. Harry had known that the moment that he realized how he felt about the blond. That didn't stop him from trying to keep the Slytherin safe, though. Harry had already stopped one attempt by Terry Boot to poison Draco; Boot didn't know that it was Harry who stopped him from getting back at Draco for a nasty break-up.
Mentally shaking his head from his thoughts, getting a light swat from Sayre when he disturbed his morning paw cleaning when he had shrugged his shoulders in the process, he stopped and looked at Snape, who had stopped in what was a small common room for their use. In one corner was a spiral staircase that led upwards. In one corner was a door, labeled with Snape's name. Harry didn't really care though. All he noticed for the moment was the elegant styles that graced the furniture and the decor, all of it in silver and green.
"This is where you will be staying for this year. The rules are as follows; all work will be turned in to me by the designated time or points will be removed, this goes for all of your classes, as I will have to grade them myself. Your owls will stay in your room, except for when you are sending or receiving mail. Any other animal, like Potter's-" Here a sneer formed across Snape's face as the feline delicately yawned, "-cat can roam free, as long as they do not cause problems. You will be assigned a partner and any fighting between you two will be taken care of appropriately. Your dorm room, which you will share with said partner, is equipped with kitchen and bathroom facilities. You are to take care of your own meals, regardless of cooking ability. Members of the other Houses are not allowed in this building unless permission is given by both their Head of House and myself, and never overnight. You are not allowed back into Hogwarts itself unless summoned or sent. Violation of any of the rules that I have stated will be cause for your failing grade or expulsion. Do I make myself clear?"
Everyone nodded and he smirked a Snape-ish smirk.
"Good. Now, I want each of you to come into my private rooms as I call you. Your partner will be decided on after that. Theodore, follow me." With that he walked into his office, black cape billowing out behind him as he went. Nott followed him and the door slammed shut with a bang behind them.
Boot and Draco made themselves comfortable on the sofa near a fireplace with a snake-shaped grate. Within seconds they were talking in hushed tones, Draco looking a bit irritated as Boot leaned closer to him. Harry sat in an armchair in the corner, curling up with his feet under him and Sayre jumping down to clean himself in his lap. Harry closed his eyes and leaned back. Despite waking up in a good mood, his headache had returned with a vengeance and even now the queasiness was building up in his stomach. Petting Sayre helped him to relax and get his mind off of what was happening, but it didn't help with the physical symptoms of his withdrawal. He really needed that temporary relief.
Harry didn't even blink as he heard the door open and Nott tell Boot that is was his turn before sitting down with Draco. He continued to pet Sayre and form the letter in his head that would ask Hermione for that potion she made him when Boot told Draco that it was his turn. He didn't move until he heard Draco leave Snape's rooms and then he only stood, Sayre remaining in his arms as he passed the taller teen, ignoring the heady feeling that he got when their arms brushed.
Harry sat down in the only chair in front of Snape's desk, the cat jumping out of his arms as to explore the room. He looked up and into the Potions Master's pitch black eyes, relaxing his muscles until he sat comfortably with his feet pulled up against his chest.
"I trust that you remember our little game at the end of last year?" Harry nodded to the question, responding with a smirk of his own as well.
"Yes, you have five questions left still," Snape nodded, "So this is ultimately your doing, Professor Snape?"
"Yes, it is. I see that I did not judge you wrong. Did you know that you would be ReSorted into Slytherin?"
"At first, no," Harry let out a slight laugh, "I didn't even remember our meeting last year until breakfast was over and you were bringing out the Hat." Sighing, Harry kneaded the bridge of his nose in an attempt to still the headache. Snape held out a goblet.
"Headache reliever. I will brew a potion that will help with the effects of the withdrawal." Harry looked at him in shock as he took it and sipped it.
"Why are you being so nice to me?" At this Snape just smirked.
"I can read people better than you think, Harry. Even if my godson does not realize it, you are perfect for him. Despite being a Potter." Harry stuck out his tongue.
"I'm also an Evans."
"That you are. Do you still want to be with my godson?"
"Yes, but I don't know how I'll be able to get him." Harry sighed dejectedly and almost jumped out of his seat when Snape reached across the desk and smacked the back of his head.
"You are in Slytherin, now, Harry. Think like one."
"Alright!" Rubbing the sore spot on his skull, Harry stood up and retrieved Sayre from across the room before going to open the door and return to the common room, but stopped when he felt Snape's hand land on his shoulder.
"Harry, just remember that I will be here if you need me. I don't want my godson's future wife to succumb to depression."
End Chapter Three
Alright, name challenge. Answers are-
Pansy(Greek) fragrant (Alternate spellings include Panze, Pansie, and Panzie)
Sensual(Greek) Hermione (Alternate spellings include Hermina and Hermine)
Beloved or worthy of love(Latin, English, Irish) Amanda (Alternate spellings include Amand, Manda, Amandah, and my nickname Mandi)
The following names were sent in by reviewers:
Sent in by drarythoughts- Ashley, which means woodland sprite or meadow of ash trees.
Sent in by Sakurabound- Abigail, which means joyful.
Sent in by Kira(Anon)- Desdemona, which means ill-fated, or by my book tragic figure. Thanks for the name!
Sent in by heartproof- Jasmine, which means fragrant or sweet.
Sent in by Mr. Rainbows- Lara, which means lovely.
Sent in by DerangedxandxSarcastic- Haley, which means natural or hay meadow.
Sent in by Mizu1411- Michelle, which means God loving.
Thank you for your reviews and keep sending me names! If I missed your name, I apologize, just resent it and I'll try to get to it this time.
