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I wake up to Blaise shaking me. "Bloody hell," I mumble, getting up.

"Good you're up. You'd better hurry before we're late."

I change quickly into a clean uniform. I join up with the rest of my dormmates and we head to breakfast.

Professor Snape stops by us and hands us our schedules.

Monday

Charms Professor Flitwick 8:30-9:30

Herbology Professor Sprout 10:00-11:00

Lunch Great Hall 11:30-12:15

Transfiguration Professor McGonagall12:30-1:30

DADA Professor Quirell 2:00-3:00

Tuesday

Potions Professor Snape 8:30-9:30

Charms 10:00-11:00

Lunch 11:30-12:15

Double Herbology 12:30-2:30

Wednesday

Wizarding CustomsProfessor Snape 8:30-9:30

HoM Professor Binns 10:00-11:00

Lunch 11:30-12:15

Muggle StudiesProfessor Finnigan 12:30-1:30

Astronomy Professor Sinistra 11 pm-12am

Thursday

Charms 8:30-9:30

Transfiguration 10:00-11:00

Lunch 11:30-12:15

DADA 12:30-1:30

HoM 2:00-3:00

Friday

Double Potions 8:30-10:30

Lunch 11:30-12:15

Transfiguration 12:30-1:30

This schedule is mad. Whatever though, I'm gonna study to be top of the class. I have never had less than perfect homework and tests.

Theo catches me and my dormmates just as we're leaving and guides us to Charms making sure to tell us things that will help us find the classroom again.

We had to wait ten mintes before we could enter into the classroom.

Professor Flitwick is a tiny wizard (part goblin) that stands on a pile of desks to see over the desk. He just gooes over the general things we'll be doing in this class. It's uneventfull.

Herbology, blanch. It's taught by Professor Sprout, head of Hufflepuff. We go out to greenhouse one. She also gives a basic coverage of the class.

I skip lunch but grab a sandwhich for later. I want to get to Transfiguration early. I don't have to wait long for Professor MvGonagall to come to her classroom. As I expected of my housemates they were all ten minutes fifteen minutes early.

"Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn messing around in my classroom will leave and not come back. You have been warned."

She turns her desk into a pig, then changes it back. I'm impressed. I think this is going to be my favorite class. We won't get to change furniture into animals for a long time, though. We take a lot of complicated notesand we're given matches. We're to turn them into needles. Blaise managed to make his sharp but it still looks like a match. Professor McGonagal awards Slytherin five points for Blaise being the only person to mak any signifigant changes to his match. Although, I think mie has turned a bit silver.

I thought that I was going to like Defense Against the Dark Arts but Professor Quirell is a complete joke. His classroom smells like old garlic, supposedly to warn off some Romanian vampire, though garlic doesn't harm vampires at all.

The rest of the week goes by quickly. History of Magic is a dead-zone. It's the only class taugh by a ghost (retire already!).

Astronomy is cool. We're paired up with Hufflepuffs. Learning Muggle Studies is weird but interesting. And Wizarding Customs is so much more than what we were taught so far.

Finally, Friday comes along and we have Double Potions with Gryffindors(!).

My owl comes in with some cookies from Mother. I give her a note to bring to Harry. I want to know if he wants tohang out this afternoon after our only class(es) after lunch.

Diamond comes back and drops the note on my plate and the sits on my shoulder. On the back of my note is his untidy scrawl: Sure.

I look up and Harry is watching me. I quickly look away, feeling my cheeks turn pink.

"Hey, you alrght?" Blaise says elbowing me lightly in the arm.

"Yeah, why?" I raise an eyebrow at him.

"Just that you're watching Potter agin.""

"Why would it matter if I am or not?" I snap back. He can be so annoying but he's still my friend.

His eyes widened a little, "No need to rip my head off Draco." He leans in and whispers, "I think that you like Potter. Don't worry I won't tell." Blaise sits uprighht again acting as if nothing just happened.

/

Potions takes place in the dungeons. It's colder here than the main castle but that's because potion's ingredients need to stay an exact tempurature or they could make a potion explode.

Snape starts with rollcall, he pauses at Harry's name.

"Ah, yes,"Snape says softlyy, "Harry Potter, our new-celebrity."

Vincent, Gregory, Pansy and Blaise snicker, I glare at them.

Snape finishes calling names and looks up at us. He eyes are black, cold, and empty like dark tunnels.

"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of Potion-making," he begins. He speaks barely above a whisper but we hear every word. "As there is little foolish wand waving, many of you will hardly believe that this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the power of liiquids that creep through human veins bewitching the ming, ensnaring the senses...I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death- if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."

"POTTER!" says Snape suddenly. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

Harry looks at Ron then at me;I don't know, I shrug. Hermiones hand shoots into the air.

"I don't know, sir."

"Let's try again. Potter where would you look if I told you tro find me a bezoar?"

Hermione stretches her hand as she can, without leaving her seat. Harry again looks at me and Ron. We both shrug. I elbow Blaise as he tries not to laugh.

"I don't know, sir," Harry says again.

"What is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

Hermione stands, her hand still raised.

"Aren't they the same thing, sir?"

"I think Hermione knows, why don't you ask her?" I blurt. Blaise looks at me open-mouthed. Greg and Vince stare at me like I've just lost my bloody mind.

Snape is so not happy now.

"Sit down," he snaps at Hermione. "For your information, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping so powerful it's known as the Draught of Living Death. A bezoar is found in the stomach of a goat and will save you from most poisons. As for monshood and wolfsbane, you are correct, they are the same, they also go by the name of aconite. Well? Why aren't any of you copying this down?"

There's a sudden rummaging for quills and pachment. "And a point will be taken from Gryffindor House for trying to be know-it-all, Miss Granger."

Things aren't going very well as our lesson coninues. Snape pairs us and we're to make a simple potion to cure boils. I'm paired with Harry. Snape sweeps around in his long black robes, watching us weigh dried nettles and crush snake fangs. He criticizes everyone but me and Harry. He is telling the class to look at how we have perfectly stewed or horned slugs when clouds of acid green smoke and a loud hissing begins to fill the dungeon. Neville has managed to melt Seamus' cauldron and the potion is seeping across the floor. In seconds we are all standing on our stools. Neville, who is soaked in the potion, moans in s boils show up all over him.

"Idiot boy!" snarls Snape, clearing the potion with a wave of his wand. "I suppose you added the porcupine quills before taking the caulron off the fire?"

"Take him to the Hospital Wing," he snaps at Seamus. He rounds on Hermione and Ron, who were working together beside Neville and Seamus.

"You-Weasley-why didn't you tell him not to add the quills? Thought he'd make you look good if he got it wrong, did you? That's another point lost for Gryffindor."

When class ends, Harry and I leave together, Heading to the library, we hve an hour before lunch.

/

After luch Gryffindors and Slytherins have one more class. I go to Transfiguration. Harry goes to History of Magic.

An hour later Harry and I meet up by the lake. We sit and talk for awhile.

"What's your favorite class so far?" I ask Harry.

"Transfiguration, probably," he replies, "and yours?"

"Actually, it's the same, though Charms is fun too."

"Really?" he raises an eyebrow. I thought Potions would be as Professor Snape is head of Slytherin."

"Yeah, but Potions sounds totally boring but Transfiguration iis hard and challenging. I like that." I look away thinking I've said to much.

"That's why I like it, too," he says quickly. I look at him again and he smiles, making me blush and look quickly away.

"I-Is everything alright, Draco?" he asks.

"Ye-yeah f-fine," I say softly.

"Draco?"

"Yes, Harry?"

"Are you being honest with me?"

"Erm… How does he know?

"Draco, you can tell me anythink, ok? I want to be your friend."

"But on the train…"

Harry laughs it'a beautiful. "I didn't shake hands with you because I thought you were rude and a prat. But the way you stood up for me in Potions, it made me change my mind," he explains.

"Oh... that's… that's good," I stuuter out. I feel a little better now.

Harry casts a tempus charm, "Oh, no."

"What's wrong, Harry?

"I'm meeting Hagrid at three and it's five to." He starts hurring off.

"Wait!" he turns. "Mind if I join you?"

"Sure, I guess," We start running.

Hagrid lives in a small hut just on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Harry knocks and there is a frantic scrambling inside and booming barks. "Back, Fang- Back."

Hagridopens he door to let us in, keeping hold on the collar of an enormous black boarhound, shocked at seeing me, a Malfoy, at his home.

Ther is only one room.. A copper kettle is boiling over the fire and in a corner stands a massive bed, a patchwork quilt draped over it.

"Make yerselves at home," Hagrid says, letting go of Fang, wo comes right over and licks Harry's face.

"This is Draco Malfoy," Harry introduces me to Hagrid, while wiping the slobber off his face. Hagrid pours the boiling water into a large teapot and puts rockcakes onto a plate.

"Malfoy, eh? I remeber your parents coming here for school, as well as your aunts."

I look away and take a bite of a rockcake, which was really was a shapeless lumb with raisens that I nearly break my teeth on. Harry and I both pretend to be enjoying them. Fang comes and rests his head on my knee, drooling (gross).

We were telling Hagrid about Filch and he calls him an 'old git'.

"An' as fer that cat, , I'd like ter introduce her to Fang sometime. D'ye know, everytime I go up ter the school,she follows me everywhere? Can't get rid of her- Filch puts her up to it."

Harry picks up a piece of paper lying on the table under a tea cozy. It's a cutting from the Daily Prophet."

GRINGOTTS BREAK-IN LATEST

Investigations continue into the

break-in on 31 July, widely believed to

be the work of Dark wizards or witches

unknown.

Gringotts goblins today insist

that nothing had been taken. The vault

in question that was searched had in

fact been emptied earlier that same day.

"But we're not telling you what

was in there, so keep your noses out if

you know what's good for you," said a

Gringotts spokesgoblin this afternoon.

"Hagrid!" says Harry, "that Gringotts break-in happened on my birthday. It could have been happening while we were there!"

Hagrid doesn't meet Harry's eyes, just grunts and offers us each another rockcake.

AS we walk bak to the castle for dinner, our poctect quite full of rockcakes we'd been to polite to refuse, I could see Harry thnking deeply.