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Chapter Four: First Day Back
Harry woke to Ron's gentle shoving; he opened his eyes sleepily, his eyes slowly adjusting to the sunlight streaming through the now open window. "Come on mate, it's time for breakfast!" The Savior of the Wizard World gave a slight shake before exiting his now messy bed. He went down to the common room, where he met Hermione and Neville. Together the four made their way to the Great Hall.
Draco was jolted awake by his two best friends jumping into his bed. "Hurry up, sleepy head, or we're going to miss breakfast!!" cried Pansy jumping up and down on his mattress. "Get up Drake!!!" said Blaise through tears of laughter and possibly pain, considering how both of them wouldn't stop jumping. Draco stumbled out of bed; he stopped only for a minute to find Candace curled up in one of his robes, fast asleep. Lucky fox.
The young heir sighed at his usual wake up call. As he headed to the bathroom, he heard two voices carrying down the hall, "Will you hurry up?! How long does it take to get ready?! You're a guy for crying out loud! Your worse than a female!" came the voice of his angel mentor, which was soon followed by another, "It isn't my fault you took two freaking hours to get ready!!!! What do you do in here for two hours?!!!!"
Draco gave another, more irritated, sigh before stepping into the shower. He turned the water on full blast, trying to wake himself up. Stepping out of the shower, after an unsuccessful attempt to wake up, he shoved his Slytherin robes on, attaching his small blade in his trousers. Looking in the mirror he took one last glance at his gold/violet peppered silver locks. I guess there not that bad. Actually they look pretty good now that I look at it.
He stepped out of the bathroom, only to be greeted by his two mentor's ever growing voices. "Finally!!! What were you doing in there?! We're going to be late for breakfast!" came Ameretta's annoyed yell. "Don't pin this on me! You're the one who took for ever! All I had time to do was my hair!!" followed Damion's clipped reply. "Oh, get over it Emo Lord! You're such a girl! Hurry up, Draco's waiting!" hollered the angel. "Don't tell me to get over it!! You're the one who took two hours Feather Brain! I barely got out of the shower!"
They approached Draco, still bickering over the shower. How those two can fight over a shower for 30 minutes straight is beyond me. Maybe it's a gift... Entering the Great Hall, his two mentors had still yet to be quite. The heir placed himself down in between Blaise and Pansy, and started to gather more sweets onto his plate. The angel behind him noticed this and opened her mouth, only to be interrupted by her young charge, "Don't even think about it. I've had to listen to both of you all morning, and I need my energy."
Harry sat down to his breakfast listening to his friends chatter. Without really any destination in mind, his eyes roamed the Great Hall, only to settle on a gray-eyed Slytherin. His eyes hardened into a glare, as he watched his rival, before taking notice of Malfoy's plate. It was filled with every sweet he could think of, and some he couldn't. He looked back up to see Malfoy looking over at their table; he then looked at Zambini, mumbling something to the young Italian that made him flustered. Malfoy glanced back over to their table with a wry grin on his lips.
Harry quickly averted his eyes, unaware of the heat rising in his cheeks, till he heard Hermione's concern, "Harry, are you okay?" He turned a quick smile to her, "Yeah 'Mione, just a little tired I guess. I'm going to go on ahead. See you in class." Hermione still looked a little worried and very skeptical, but nodded her anyway; trusting Harry will tell her what's wrong when he was ready.
Harry almost bolted out of the Great Hall. What the hell?! I did not just blush because of Malfoy! No way in all of hell! No, maybe I'm just a little sick, yeah. I just need to cool down, and I'll be okay. What was I thinking? Blushing over Malfoy, ha! Like I would ever do something like that because of the slimy git! Finally convincing himself that he was just a little sick, he walked into his first class (History of Magic) with a triumphant grin.
Back in the Great Hall, Draco was still mercilessly teasing Blaise, having caught him stealing glances at the Gryffindor table. It gave the Slytherin Ice Prince something to do, other than listen to his mentors constant bickering under their breath. It helped to have enough energy to tease, thanks to his consumption of sweets. Draco just hoped the sugar would last him till lunch, wary of falling asleep in one of his classes from lack of sleep, and he had a certain demon and angel to thank for it. Next time they sleep WAY further down the hall. That or I'll put a silencing charm over their room. With those thoughts in mind he headed out of the Great Hall, oblivious to a pair of eyes watching him.
Draco entered the dusty classroom hoping for some nap time, before heading to Uncle Sev's class. Unfortunately, his hopes were evaporated when the angel and demon behind him started inspecting the classroom. The young, tired, and slightly irritated Slytherin gave an inaudible groan as Damion said something to provoke his companion, issuing yet another quarrel. Since actually saying something would make him sound absolutely crazy, he settled for glaring at the two. Naively hoping his glare would shut the two up.
Harry wasn't quite sure why Malfoy was glaring daggers at two empty spaces at the back of the classroom, but hey, what the git did was none of his concern. He turned back to the notes he had been sloppily writing. After a while Malfoy's glare became a little unsettling, especially when he was glaring at empty space. He tried to concentrate on his very boring teacher, when he noticed his Professor looked slightly uncomfortable. Professor Binns had shot a look at the two empty spaces that Malfoy had been glaring at. Is everybody going crazy?
He dismissed the thought, and looked back at his two best friends who were, once again, fighting. Neville had told him that after he had left breakfast Hermione had started talking about house unity. Apparently Ron had argued he could never be nice to a vile, evil Slytherin, and thus the fighting had begun….again.
After History of Magic, Draco hurried down to the dungeons for potions. Upon entering Uncle Sev's classroom he felt a little relief wash over him from the cool air of the potions room. The young heir seated himself next to Blaise, with Damion and Ameretta behind him. "What, you're not going to tear the room apart looking for traps?" he asked cynically. His demon mentor looked down at him. "No, Your Highness, we came to the conclusion that we can trust your Godfather where it concerns your safety." The demon's counterpart bent down to whisper in Draco's ear, "Actually Your Highness, your Godfather made it perfectly clear that we weren't allowed to interrupt his lesson or interfere with your learning."The young Slytherin felt a grin on his face, Uncle Sev, have I ever told you how much I love you?
The savior of the Wizarding World walked into his most dreaded classroom, potions. Hermione and Ron still refused to talk to one another, putting Harry yet again, in an awkward situation. Heading to his seat he was determined not to look at Malfoy. He plopped down and took his potions book out of his worn school bag. A minute later Snape walked into the classroom. "Now I hope you all remember that there will be no playing in this classroom and anyone who disturbs anybody will be removed." Snape seemed to direct his statement towards someone behind Malfoy, who exactly, Harry had no idea.
Draco could feel his grin widen as his two mentors nodded their heads. "Now you will all be paired off into groups, who you chose to be your partner I don't care. We will be making a very difficult potion today and I won't tolerate any mischief." Stated his Godfather. Draco's devious Slytherin mind worked quickly, turning over certain partners that would work out just great. He had noticed that Granger and Weasley had been fighting. He saw Weasley already paired up with Longbottom and before Granger could move toward Potter, he had made a decision. "Hey Granger, come here." The Slytherin couldn't help but smirk as the Gryffindor looked absolutely startled and confused, before slowly making her way over. Draco leaned over to Blaise and whispered, "Don't screw this up. Oh, and you owe me big time."
Hermione was startled when she heard Malfoy call out her name. She turned a quick glance to Harry, before very, very, slowly walking over to Malfoy. Sure she had said at breakfast that they should try and get to know the other houses, but this was Malfoy. When she finally had gotten to his seat she opened her mouth, but it wasn't her voice that left it, "Don't look so shocked Granger, My friend here was wondering if he could partner with someone other than myself. You know new experiences. So sit down and at least try to work with him." Finished the drawling voice of Malfoy, as he stood up and strolled past her, headed for Harry's desk.
The entire class watched in shock as The Slytherin Ice Prince made his way over to their Savior's cauldron. Harry, himself sat in astonishment not even moving as Malfoy took the seat next to his. He almost jumped when Malfoy's irritated tone entered his ears, "Hey Potter, have you even heard a word I've said?" Harry looked up to meet Malfoy's stormy-gray eyes and was surprised when he thought he saw specks of violet in them. He dismissed it for a trick of the light. Harry's silence seemed to be enough of an answer to Malfoy; the Slytherin gave a short huff of annoyance and stalked off to the ingredients cabinet. While he was gone, Harry tried to pull himself together. I can do this. It's just Malfoy. I can handle Malfoy. Whatever resolve he had built up, went crumbling as the Slytherin headed back to the cauldron.
Draco didn't know what was wrong with Dumbledore's Golden Boy, and frankly he didn't care. So while Potter was doing whatever Potter's did, he looked at the instructions.
Finely dice Mandrake root and pour into warm cauldron.
The Slytherin went to grab the Mandrake root when his hand unknowingly brushed Potter's. So he hadn't expected Potter to randomly jump two feet in the air, almost knocking him over. He didn't know what Potter's problem was, but he wasn't about to fail because of Potter's strangeness. "Potter, what are you doing? Are you trying to fail? Or are you just trying to get me to fail? Either way, I refuse to fall short on this potion, so you will get it together and help me. Understand?" The heir waited, as Potter slowly nodded his head. "Good. Now get the Wolfs bane."
Hermione glanced over to Harry's cauldron, hoping he was okay with Malfoy as his partner. Distracted she hadn't noticed the knife she was using getting closer to her hand. "Hey! Granger!" the frantic voice of the Italian barley reached her, only when a strong tanned hand placed itself over hers, did she look over to him. Her eyes met his briefly before she looked down to her hand. She felt her cheeks heat up, suddenly nervous, she spoke hoping her voice didn't squeak, "Um, could you let go of my hand?" For a second she thought she saw a tint of red in his cheeks. What am I thinking? Oh, bother! Never mind! No matter what, I will prove to them that we can get along! Zambini quickly let go of her hand, "Be more careful next time Granger." She heard him mumble under his breath; she couldn't fathom why, but felt a smile come to her lips, "I was just a bit distracted that's all."
Harry was nervously stirring the contents of his and Malfoy's cauldron. He didn't know why he had reacted so strongly to Malfoy, all he had did was brush his hand. "Counterclockwise Potter." said his Slytherin partner and arch-rival. Harry nodded mutely, and just did as he was told. If Malfoy can do this, then so can I! He looked down to their cauldron to see it had turned a shade of light green. Exactly what it's suppose to look like! I might actually pass this one!!! Malfoy put the last of the ingredients into the cauldron, when Snape walked by, his hopes of passing today's class dashed away. The Potion's master leaned over to inspect their cauldron. Harry was ready for him to say that he had failed miserably, when he heard the teacher that had been taunting him for years say, "Well done, Mr. Potter. It seems that having Mr. Malfoy as your partner enables you to get something right."
Harry couldn't decide if he should glare at his teacher, or weep for joy. In the end he decided to do neither, as he looked to his Slytherin partner. His eyes met with the Slytherin; before Harry knew it he had jumped a little in surprise, to notice that his arch-rival's eyes were shining silver. "Malfoy….?" He asked cautiously as if anything he said would ensure certain death. Malfoy rose his left eyebrow in question, "What is it Potter?" Harry took a breath to calm himself; this is Malfoy for god's sake! I can speak to him like any other person! "Is there something wrong with your eyes?" He watched as the Slytherins eyes returned to their normal stormy-gray, "My eyes?" After a few seconds, Harry heard Malfoy mumble accusingly, "Damion?"
Harry had no idea who Damion was, but what really scared him though was when he saw flickers of violet appear in Malfoy's eyes. The Slytherin seemed to wait a few seconds as if someone where talking to him. Unknown to him was that he let out a sigh of relief when his rival's eyes returned to normal. "Don't worry about it Golden Boy." He heard the Slytherin say, as he walked away from their now cold cauldron. Don't worry about it he says! I don't know what your hiding Malfoy, but I'm sure it's nothing good. I will find out!
Draco stalked over to the Slytherin table. He filled his plate with more sweets before turning to his two mentors. "Explain." His female mentor shifted from side to side, but it was Damion who answered, "Calm down Your Highness. Your eyes are just another quirk that came with your inheritance." said the demon in a laidback monotone. The heir's eyes were turning completely violet, "Calm down?! I've been going around all day with my eyes changing random colors and you want me to be calm?!" The demon let out a sigh, as he tried to reassure his young charge, "if you'll let me explain." The Slytherin before him crossed his arms in the most childish way, and waited impatiently for his explanation. Blaise and Pansy chose this time to walk quietly to their seats, trying to avoid the other three's attention.
"I can't give you the full out history, but what's basically happening is that demon's eyes tend to change color depending on their moods. Depending on how strong the emotion is the color will change shades. For instance, when you're irritated, your eyes turn violet, and when you're very irritated they'll deepen. The color change usually depends on the owner's original eye color, but for every demon, their eyes will turn red when they're in a full blown out rage. Now if they're eyes turn black, they've lost all sense of thought, and won't stop till they see what caused it destroyed. From what I can tell, when you're irritated or angry your eyes turn violet, when you're happy or feel joyous they'll turn silver. Now I'm not sure about the rest of your emotions, but I can take a guess."
The demon glanced at the young heir, happily noting that the violet had begun to reseed from his eyes. Draco nodded for him to continue, "If memory serves correctly, when you are in danger or feel afraid, your eyes will turn gold. At least that's what Zaine's use to do. When you're depressed or feel sadness they'll more than likely turn blue." He looked up to see Draco's eyes had lost most of its violet coloring, but not quite all of it.
The heir turned and plopped gracefully in his seat, quietly processing what his mentor had told him, while popping sweets into his mouth. So… my eyes turn colors depending on my emotions? Now what the heck am I suppose to do? What can I do? ABSOLUTLY NOTHING! Stupid demon side effects!
The next few classes went by without much problems considering, the angel and demon were unusually quite. Before the Slytherin knew it, he was headed to bed. He had finally forgiven his mentors a few minutes ago. Draco had just gotten out of the bathroom when his mentors greeted him. The angel smiled at him and the look in her eye slightly unnerved the young heir. "Well Your Highness, your lessons with me and Emo Lord over there will start tomorrow. You'll have lessons on Tuesday's and Thursday's so you have time for your regular classes."
Draco gave a groan, and the angel's smile widened. "Don't worry! You'll finally get to try out your angel wings!" she exclaimed. The Slytherin gave another groan, before gracefully collapsing on his bed. Great not only do I have extra lessons, but I have class with that creepy lady for DADA. Oh, how wonderful my life has become.