Title: When a Slytherin Walks on the Fence

Summary: AU If Vernon taught him anything he taught Harry to find the best so that's what he does. Sitting with one leg on either side of the fence, keeping the coin in the air, is he good or bad? No one knows.

Rating: K

Status: 4 chapters written, 4 chapters posted

Review count: 36 (11...:D That's more than twice what I asked for, thanks guys)

Eternal Cosmos - feints OH MY GOD, YOU READ MY WORK bows Thank-you x 100000000000000000000000000000000

Heroine of the Valley - Writers block...not really, lack of time...major issue

vis pour hp - Oui

fifespice - I am human afterall

berkum - Bit different but that'll come up later

Discombobulatedperson- Merci beaucoup, I wish something had happened with the boats too, such an opportunity. As for Yaoi, gunna have to see, there only 11 now so they're not there yet. Maybe in their later years :D

The Lady Reaper of the Shadows - Wait no more

PhoenixxStarr - Yes but time travel is currently being exploited and Harry is slightly mature for his age in the books given his circumstances...I'm just, building on that.

wover30 - Thank-you

Carie Morey - Well one must have humour

Abby - If you like Drarry you should check out my Fledglings story, as for the year by year thing I was thinking about but I fear I may end up like Lightning on the Wave. With 100 chapters per novel it's hard to catch up if you've just found it and interest peters out towards the end when patience stretches thin. I think I'm looking at doing this year and then the next mixed in with a time skip somewhere. May just do bits and pieces of the books. Anyway, I shall keep it up. :D Or try to at least.

Pairings: Het or Yaoi, suggestions, preferences are welcome, no flames if you don't like something please, learn some decorum.

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Harry was first to wake up and the magical residue left on his curtains made him thankful for the safety charms placed upon them…what? It was in Hogwarts a History. He peaked through the curtains, none of them seemed to be awake but Draco's flickering eyelids told him different. "You don't have to try you know, you could go along with them," Harry said quietly.

"I know," Draco replied, his eyes still shut.

"That backbone of yours grown over night?"

"Comment not appreciated."

"But recognised none the less." Harry grinned.

Draco opened one eye lazily and rolled his head to the side so he could look at Harry raising one arm and throwing it over his head. Harry watched him warily. A silence followed after that, Draco had been brought up in a world that recognised power and tradition, Harry knew that and he didn't expect Draco to change over night. He'd probably been brought up in a family where the father was the head of the family, no ifs, no buts, his mother's involvement in his life would probably had been minimal from 5 onwards where Draco would have been groomed by his father to accept the life he was handed. Knowing very little of pureblood traditions made it difficult for Harry to judge what to do when surrounded by them but he guessed Draco was probably betrothed already and knew it.

"I'm going to breakfast," Harry said openly rolling out of bed. He thanked God for reflexes.

Four spells flew at him as he made a dive for the floor, rolling and ended up crouched besides Draco's bed just as another four perfectly fired spells flew over his head.

"Not through my bed!" Draco sat up, his hair dishevelled.

"Small price." Blaise

"No, not small Zabini," Draco sneered, "I will not be disrespected in this manor. If you, any of you," he gave the other four occupants of the room a meaningful look, "want to get through more than a week at Hogwarts you will desists. Walls have eyes and Snape's favouring will not go so far as to protect you all from expulsion!"

"So you're taking his side?" jeered Nott.

"And what would you have to say if I did?" Draco raised one eyebrow and gave Nott an expression that read something like, 'I'm bored of you child'.

Nott opened his mouth but bit his tongue.

Harry, who had peeked over the rim of Draco's bed watched this avidly.

"If you wish to see it through a week of Hogwarts Malfoy," Blaise sneered, "you will maintain your principles and deal with your little," Blaise gave a derisive look at Harry, "infatuation."

"Are you threatening me Zabini?" Draco didn't finish that sentence but it was obvious what he would have said if he had 'because if you do, it'll be much worse for you.'

Blaise didn't answer simply took hold of his uniform and waltzed towards the showers. Crabbe and Goyle followed, Nott looked at Harry before he left, "And don't you think you can come in half-blood, we don't want your filth while we're trying to clean." The boy then slammed the door shut, there was a yelp and Harry imagined that Nott had got his finger stuck in the door.

With a snort Harry muttered, "Divine retribution." Pulling on his cloths Harry decided he'd have a shower later, or if he was desperate, he'd go jump in the lake. Harry opened the door to ascend the stairs to the common room when he heard, "Wait!"

Harry turned to see Draco struggling with a pair of trousers, "Wait for me!"

"I didn't figure you'd want to associate with me," Harry said grinning.

"And giver Zabini a chance to Lord over me that I'll bend of over backwards for him, by Salazar Slytherin, I'd rather drop dead," Draco replied as his fly went up and he grabbed his bag. "Ready for the show then?"

Harry shook his head in amusement and together they climbed the stairs and went through the portrait whole before anyone could stop them. The moment they left whispers flew on both sides of the door. In Slytherin everyone was wondering why Draco Malfoy, the heir to the Malfoy lineage would associate with the Potter boy and outside people muttered.

'There, look/'

'Where?'

'Next to the skinny boy with the gelled hair?'

'Wearing the glasses?'

'Did you see his face?'

'Did you see his scar?'

If that wasn't bad enough the teachers gave him odd looks, as if they were disappointed he was in Slytherin. What did they expect him to do, run around killing people…actually, that's probably exactly what they thought, now that Harry came to think about it.

Professor Flitwick in charms skipped his name on the register and when Harry brought this up the tiny many gave a squeak and fell of the pile of books he was on. The Ravenclaw's gave him sour looks after that class. All except Hermione but she didn't say anything, imply hurried past with her head down.

Astronomy went well…in class, only, Harry fell asleep when they had to watch the stars at night so his subsequent essay was a bit second handed but other than that…it won't alright.

Transfiguration was interesting the subject itself was fascinating the only drawback was the harrowing looks McGonagall sent his way. Harry guessed she was probably wishing he had been in her house and Harry was secretly wishing he was. He'd probably have less stick from the Slytherins…actually, thinking about that, things probably wouldn't be much different…except that Ron would probably be talking to him and not sitting as far a way as possible sending furtive looks over Seamus Finnegan's head.

Defence Against the Dark Arts, the class everyone had been looking forward most to, was the biggest let down of the century. Quirrel stunk of garlic and insisted on wearing that ridiculous bright purple turban that, in Harry's professional opinion, made him look like a turnip.

Harry's highlight of the weak came in the form of a note from Hagrid that arrived with the morning post on Friday.

'Dear Harry,

I know you get Friday afternoons off, so would you like to come and have a cup of teat with me around three? I want to hear all about four first week. Send us an answer back with Hedwig.

Hagrid'

Harry stroked Hedwig's feathers as he fished a quill out of his bag.

"You're not actually going to go and meet with that beastly oaf are you?" Draco asked half sneering, half grimacing. He looked like he was going to be sick.

"Yes I am," Harry replied simply, not looking at him and instead signing his acceptance note with a flourish, grinning up at Hagrid and giving a little wave.

"But he's, half-giant, he's a half blooded half bread," Draco actually grimaced this time.

"The same one who took me to Diagon Alley when no one else would which equates to at least some merit and I do believe that is the day I first met you," Harry looked at Draco pointedly.

"Your point?"

"Only that, for someone whose going to sit up on his high horse and dismiss someone for what they are, you had no idea who I was and yet you talked to me perfectly civilly, coldly, but civilly," Harry replied leaning his face in one hand, his elbow on the table, and smirking like the Cheshire cat that caught the mouse.

"That isn't the same!"

"Oh but why not, I don't think you'd have talked to me if I'd said I hadn't a clue what you meant when you said 'the other sort', I went and asked Hagrid." Harry's tone was nonchalant but that didn't stop Draco from snorting his pumpkin juice out through his nose.

"You, you what?" Harry raised an eyebrow. "Have you been under a rock your whole life?"

"More like a whale," Harry replied moving to stand and slinging his bag over his shoulder. "Come on, or we'll be late for potions."

"Hold on, what did you mean?" Draco said, stuffing the last of his toast in his mouth and hurrying to follow.

Harry only grinned.

The walk down the to dungeons was no less cold and unwelcoming as it had been every other time Harry had descended into them this week. His first and last lesson of the day was potions and it was taught by Severus Snape; a great big bat in wizard's clothing, or so went his reputation. Said greasy haired potions master had been giving Harry's evils all weak and had given him the distinct impression that a party would be held in his honour should he drop dead any second.

Surprisingly enough Draco had stuck with him the entire weak, despite the jeering of their dorm-mates. The Slytherins and Harry seemed to have come to a mutual agreement, total and utter silence. Harry wasn't allowed to use the showers or facilities in the Slytherin dungeons and had been about to resort to jumping in the lake every morning until Hermione started speaking to him again.

The other Ravenclaw's weren't being very nice to her for three reasons, one, her bushy hair, two, her buck teeth and three, her association with one Harry James Potter. Harry, naturally, wasn't surprised by this and was in fact, planning on inviting her down to come and meet Hagrid considering Ron wasn't talking to her either and the other Gryffindor boys had taken to calling her 'Rabbit face'.

Harry had been present once when they did that and Ron had made the mistake of joining in. Hermione had been on the verge of tears so Harry had walked up to Ron and said, "Well then, why don't you let her eat you, eh carrot top?"

Harry had then ushered Hermione away while the Gryffindor boys took Ron off to lick his wounds. Draco avoided contact with Harry when Harry chose to speak to Hermione and Harry wasn't happy about it. He'd thought he was set on the train here but getting people in three different houses to see eye to eye was proving more difficult than when they'd just been a bunch of kids going to a new school on an upturned boat.

Harry didn't have any more time to dwell on things because the dungeon door had swung open and while he'd been off in his own mind everyone else had gone in and sat down. "You may enter whenever you feel ready to grace us with your presence Mr Potter," Snape sneered.

Yep, Harry thought, he hates me…question is…why?

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