A/N – Hey guys, just thought I'd say thank you to everyone who has reviewed so far, or alerted this story. My internet will be off for a couple of weeks, but I should be back on by the start of July, and I'll have a few chapters to post by then hopefully. I hope everyone is enjoying it so far. Please review, it's what keeps me writing.

"There, look."

"Where?"

"Next to the kid with the blonde hair."

"Wearing the glasses?"

"Did you see his face?"

"Did you see his scar?"

Harry rolled his eyes as he walked down the corridor with Draco. He was used to the whispers by now, but it was still freaking annoying. He was having a few problems pretending not to know his way around the castle, so he was just letting Draco lead them.

They took their seats in charms on Monday morning after breakfast. Professor Flitwick again fell off his stack of books when he said Harry's name and Harry had to supress a snort. Harry rolled his eyes and took notes he already knew. He eyed the other students slyly. Ron seemed to be sat alone; Neville was sat at a different desk with Dean and Seamus. Hermione had her head down, her hand whizzing across the parchment.

When they had finished their notes, Harry and Draco packed their bags up and walked out of the classroom. Ron was walking in front of them, and Draco cast a quick trip jinx at him.

Harry raised an eyebrow at him. "What was that for?"

"I don't like him," Draco replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"And I don't like bullies. That was positively Griffindorish. I thought Slytherins were supposed to be sly? I didn't know that cursing people for the sake of it was all that sly. It's just brash and stupid."

Harry didn't give Draco time to reply, he just walked away, heading to Transfiguration, where they would be taking yet more notes and then doing the tediously boring turning matches into needles.

Draco dropped into the seat beside him five minutes after Harry had sat down.

"You're right," he muttered. "Slytherins never start the fight, they finish it."

"Good. I don't mind cursing him when he deserves it, in fact, I'll take great pleasure in defending myself against anyone, but you should never attack first. Makes you look like an attention seeking twat."

Draco chuckled. "You could give the rest of the Slytherins some lessons."

Harry grinned. "Gladly."

McGonagall started with her speech, turned her desk into a pig and back, and made them copy out yet more notes. Harry was already tired of the repetition and it was only the first day. She handed around the matches and Draco smirked at Harry.

"Go on then, Mr Slytherin," he grinned. "Show us mere mortals how it's done."

Harry grinned. He had never been one to back down from a challenge. He waved his wand lazily, and the match turned into the needle. Draco raised one eyebrow.

"I thought you didn't know about magic before you came here," he asked.

"I didn't know about it until I got my letter. There was nothing on that letter saying I couldn't try the spells from my school books before I got here."

Draco stared at Harry for a long time before shaking his head slightly and smiling. "I think we'll be very good friends," he muttered, before turning his own match into a needle.

The rest of the week passed easily for Harry, and he found himself enjoying the blonde's sense of humour.

Thursday night found the Slytherin first years gathered around a table going over the potions chapters they had been told to read. Draco had told them that Snape was more likely to pick on the Gryffindor's, but they still had to know the information just in case.

They were currently testing each other on the properties of moonstone.

They were just about to pack away their things and call it a night when Pansy came through the portrait hole looking mad.

She threw a poster down on the table before sitting down angrily.

Harry and Draco leant over it for a better look. It was a picture of Pansy with a moustache and acne drawn onto it. Underneath her face said the word, "WHORE!"

"Do you know who did it?" Harry asked. He didn't remember this happening when he was at school and he was sure he would have heard about it.

"I saw that Weasley kid putting it up in the entrance hall. I didn't think he had the brains but apparently he does."

Harry looked back at the poster. The picture looked to be the work of the twins rather than Ron, meant as a harmless prank. The word, however, that wasn't them. He knew them better than that and knew they wouldn't do something like that. Harry thought back, remembering the profile that George had once shown him when Fred was out on a date with Angelina.

It had pictures of every student in the school in it, all with something amusing on the photo. Fake moustaches, pimples, random hair colours, you name it, they did it.

"You have to take this to Professor Snape," Theo said, looking angry.

"I think we should take out own revenge on the Ginger monster," Tracy spat.

"I think you're both right. We take this to Snape, tell them what you saw," Harry said nodding to Pansy.

"Then, we leave it a little while," Draco chimed in.

"And then we get him back. After all, we are known for slyness. How sly would It be if we just hexed him tomorrow?" Harry asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

"We'll get him for you Pansy, don't you worry yourself about it," Draco grinned at Harry.

The next day, the Slytherins walked confidently into the Potions classroom and took their seats. Pansy took the poster to Snape's desk and quickly told him what happened. Harry saw him nod slightly to her, and he sighed happily. This lesson would be fun.

The Gryffindor's trickled in, sitting down in pairs. Neville sat with Hermione, leaving Ron alone again on the end of the desk.

Snape began the register and just like last time paused at Harry's name. "Ah yes, Mr Potter. Our new…Celebrity," he sneered, adding distaste to the word. Harry knew it was distaste to the actual word rather than him this time around and he hid a smile. Snape finished the roll call and stood in front of them.

"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion making," he began. "As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, 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."

Harry and Draco grinned appreciatively. Harry had to admit to himself that that really was a good speech.

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

"A sleeping potion so powerful, it's known as Draught of Living Death sir," Harry said quietly, making sure to have the respect evident in his tone.

"Okay then Potter, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?"

"In the stomach of a goat Sir. It will save you from most poisons."

"Well… It would seem, you at least aren't planning on relying on your fame Mr Potter. Ten point's to Slytherin. Weasley! "What is the difference, between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

Harry smiled as Ron looked around the room in panic, as though he though the answer would just pop out of nowhere.

Hermione raised her hand, and Severus eyed it for a moment before nodding to her. "Granger?"

"It's the same thing, also known as Aconite," she said breathlessly.

Severus didn't say anything, he just looked at the Gryffindors. "Well, why are you not copying that down? And ten points from Gryffindor, Mr Weasley, for coming to class unprepared."

They were set the simple potion to cure boils the same as last time and Harry and Draco began to prepare their ingredients. By the time the lesson was nearly over, they had finished and bottled the potion up, cleaned up their work station and were sat chatting softly.

Severus walked around the classroom, checking potions. When he got to Harry and Draco, he nodded his head. "That's perfect boys, well done, twenty points to Slytherin."

When he got to Ron he snorted. "What is this supposed to be Mr Weasley?"

The potion was black and letting off a foul odour.

"The potion to cure boils sir," Ron muttered.

"This is pathetic. You will come back tonight, and every night after that, until you can brew this potion without instructions." He leant down close to Ron and snarled. "That might teach you not to put up Photo's with very nasty words attached to them."

Ron scowled and turned to glare at Pansy. She just smirked at him and waved.

The Slytherins walked out of the class laughing, and Harry had to admit.

He was very happy to be back.

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