-Three months ago-

"And your sure he'll drink it?"

"Of course he'll drink it. He is a human, too, you know. And when have I ever been wrong?"

"Well, there was the time in fourth year-"

"Shut your mouth Parkinson," Draco Malfoy snapped playfully. The scheming students were lingering around the Slytherin common room at late-afternoon on a bright September evening, an hour before dinner. Rays of sun flicked through the water covering the windows, filling the room with a hint of light. Pansy Parkinson continued laughing, causing hiccups.

"Honestly, Pansy, you never take anything seriously," Draco stated, rubbing the pale bridge of his nose in fake frustration.

"I am seri-Hiccup!" Pansy said. "What did you say you will put into his pumpkin juice again?"

"A dream-invading potion," Draco replied. "I was going to use that mind-reading spell we learned in Charms, but he'd know it was me jacking his brains, since I'm terrible at hiding who I am while casting it. A potion is more-"

"Hiccup!"

"-my style."

"Explain to me again how this is going to work?" Blaise Zabini finally spoke, a confused look invading his face. The dark-skinned wizard sat slouched in the seat, his feet resting on the coffee table covered in the groups tedious homework. Aggravating how you've only been back one day and they give you homework.

Draco sighed. "The potion requires blood. I put my blood in it. When Scarhead drinks it, my blood with join together with his, making a connection between me and him. Almost like one between a Veela and his mate. It's absolutely undetectable, so him and his band of chipmunks will never find out about it until I tell." the blonde explained thoroughly.

"And that's useful how?" Zabini continued, scratching his head.

"With this connection, I can see what Potter sees, hear what Potter hears, and make him relive moments in his past! In other words, I'm like a mental spy, controlling his subconscious," Draco stated rather proudly.

"More like a mental love-stalker." Pansy whispered.

"Parkinson, I'm going to cut you from your crotch to your neck if you continue insulting me!" Draco yelled yet again, sending another round of broken laughing to the room.

"I think we can do more than just peep into his mind." Millicent Bulstrode piped in, her Divination textbook open on her slender lap. She was been a wart of a girl for years, but with Pansy's motivation for the two to diet over the summer, they both lost all their excess weight, making both of them very attractive.

"No bondage. We need to make it sneaky." Pansy mentioned, knowing her friends not-so-secret fetish.

"I know that. I'm saying he can turn us onto our side," Millicent snickered evilly.

"And how do we, being the supposed prats that we are, get Potter onto our side?" Blaise questioned, moving into a proper sitting pose. Draco snorted at his choice of words.

"We use his memories," Millicent said. Draco's ears pricked at the word 'memories'. This could get interesting. Genevieve Kings removed herself from the arm of the couch and sat next to Millicent, quickly reading the page. Genevieve was in the same year as them, but only joined their posse in the middle of fourth year. She was just starting to earn Draco's trust.

"It says here that if a certain dream repeats about an certain group, your destined to be in that group! Draky, do you know what this means?"

"No. And just because I told you my mothers old pet-name for me doesn't mean I want to be constantly called by it," Malfoy said, rubbing his nose bridge again.

"It means if you can make him continuously see a dream like that, and he's putty in your hands!" Pansy exclaimed, gripping her fist in the air out of determination. She giggled in her seat, Blaise conjuring a dark smirk on his face.

"Wait, wait, wait," Draco stated, "How will he know he's 'meant' to be here? Last time I checked, only the Destiny Writing spell can transfer students, and Harry obviously belongs in Gryffindor."

"You forgot already? You said yesterday you overheard him and the Weasel on the train and how Harry said the Sorting Hat wanted to put him into Slytherin. And with that tiny speck of information, and a bit of mind peeping, we can make him believe he's one of us!" Pansy exclaimed, practically shaking Draco out of his wits by the shoulders.

"Okay, Pans, I get it! I'm in, I'm in!" Draco called, grabbing Pansy's wrists and pulling her away. "Honestly, woman. It's like I'm your rag-doll or something."

"So, should the plan commence? Dinner is in less that ten minutes." Genevieve said.

"Of course." Draco snapped his slender fingers, a small, shivering house-elf appeared instantly.

"What is it, Lord D-Draco?"

"Tinky, I need you to put this entire vile of potion into Harry Potters goblet during dinner tonight. You are not to tell anyone, and make sure you don't get caught." Malfoy stated, handing the crystal flask to the creature.

"Of course, m-my lord." Tinky shivered, vanishing with a pop. Draco relaxed himself in his seat, leaning his back against the leather couch. The other three we're giving smirks in his direction.

"What?" he asked.

"Your practically a king now! Draky, King of Potter!" Pansy sang, Millicent joining in. Blaise and Genevieve just stared, obviously disgusted by the off-tune sound. Draco just smirked, the evil thoughts moving though his mind like wildfire. That statement was one hundred percent true. He did have a hold on him. He was most definitely King of Harry Potter.

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-Present day-

Harry woke with a start, the environment around him undeniably unfamiliar. He sat up and glanced around, the odd room covered in green and silver lining, dark stone walls rather than the wood of the Gryffindor dorms, and a large snake in the center of the stone floor. His belongings were neatly stacked against the dresser next to the large oak door, most obviously leading to the main hallway. The windows around him didn't point to the morning sky. Instead, the dark, murky abyss known as Hogwarts Lake was present.

So yesterday wasn't a dream. He was really in Slytherin now.

It was on odd day indeed. After he and Draco escaped the crowds cluttering the corridors leading to the dungeons, Harry was once again ambushed by Pansy. Upon entering one of the more gloomier looking cells, Draco tapped the largest stone, making the wall fold open, exactly like the entrance to Diagon Alley. Expecting a chill upon entering, which is what mainly happened whenever he was around the Slytherins, he received quite the opposite. The entire common room burst into applause, a warm atmosphere instantly recognizable. Harry was introduced to many people he never recognized. Nott, who wouldn't give his first name, congratulated him on finally joining the group he belonged in. Genevieve Kings, a thin girl with short, raven-black hair, gave him a giant chocolate frog as a welcome gift. Harry recognized her from the back, realizing she was the new addition Draco's inner circle. While Malfoy and Kings spoke for a few moments, Timothy Ling, a louder boy with a bowl-like haircut, and a few others wished him good luck. Draco kept whispering in his ear to ignore them, but it was hard not to when all of Slytherin wanted to give him their best. He did find Genevieve a bit attractive though.

After finally making his way to the dorm room he and Draco ended up sharing, he tossed his suitcase next to the dresser, obviously distracted by the giant squid making its way in front of the window. It took Draco a few tries to pull him away to work on his horrible Transfiguration homework. All he remembered after that was skipping dinner, since he couldn't walk three steps out of the common room before being ambushed. Just before Harry went to bed, he and Draco argued over who was the better Seeker. The night ended on a tense note, with Pansy interrupting and then leaving after Draco glared for just a few seconds.

The brunette grinned widely. Malfoy really was 'The Slytherin King'. The blonde had his entire group around his finger. An image fixed itself into his mind. Draco was sitting on a golden thrown, emeralds gleaming all around it. A large gold crown rested upon his silver locks, containing more large gems. Of course, his perfect bangs are still covering his eyes. A velvet green robe with a black fir trim rested on his lean shoulders, bringing out his figure nicely. He sat down playfully, placing his slender legs over the edge of the armrest, practically laying in it. And behind him, hundreds of Slytherin students all congregating around his high thrown.

"Whats got you smiling?" Harry jumped, gasping at the sudden sound. Draco was laying sideways in the bed next to his, something he had casually missed.

"Don't scare me like that!" Harry yelled, pointing menacingly at the blonde.

"Sorry, sorry. Didn't know homo-wonderland was so important to you." Malfoy said, giving another smirk.

"Keep insulting me like that and your face will end up in homo-wonderland." the brunette threatened.

"At least you'll be there." Draco walked over to his dresser, pulling out tight black pants and a long sleeve purple v-neck shirt. Harry stared as the blonde removed his pajama shirt, revealing his pale, glimmering skin. Out of habit, the brunette glanced at his left forearm, the Dark Mark not present. He sighed inwardly, glad to see him unbranded. Draco looked in his direction, smirking. "C'mon, you get dressed, too. I've noticed how your always late to breakfast on Sundays, and I'd like to beat the fan girls you gathered yesterday." Harry pulled himself out of bed, still staring in Draco's direction as he dressed himself.

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Sure enough, no students were lingering outside the common room wall, making travel to the Great Hall possible. Draco, Harry, Pansy, and Genevieve (Apparently, King's and Malfoy were childhood friends.) walked in silence, trying not to draw a crowd. Just outside the hall doors, they were spotted by three Gryffindor third years.

"Harry, why did you betray us?" said a plump girl that resembled a turnip.

"I can't believe your a greasy Slytherin now!" exclaimed the slender, more presentable one.

"I know your the Heir of Slytherin!" proclaimed another plump one, this one looking more like a tomato. She waved her finger in his face. By that time, another large crowd had gathered, questions swirling and voices mixing.

"Hey, your other buddies are staring at you." Genevieve pointed out, pulling on his arm to speak in his ear. Harry gazed over the sea of people, and could immediately point out Ron and Hermione. They were both saying nothing. Harry rubbed the back of his left ear, a private signal to the three of them. Hermione nodded before grabbing Ron's arm and pulling him down the hall.

"Sorry, Malfoy, but I think I left a thing or two in my old dorm, so, I'm gonna go get it," Harry said, pointing down the filled corridor.

"Alright, be quick. We still need to go over your new schedule," Draco replied, shoving a few Ravenclaws out of the way to enter the hall. Harry gave him a smile before leaving him behind.

'I'll hear everything that's going on anyway,' Draco thought, walking through the large oak doors.