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Dedicated to njferrel. And parts of this chapter to Miyako Suou. In thanks for feeding the plot bunny.

The trouble and plot will start next chapter, and I know it's REALLY short, but I have been flooded with cousins out my arse. First cousins, second cousins, third cousins twice removed, HONORARY COUSINS! Honestly, I've also had writer's block on the filler. So yeah, this is alllll filler, and next chappie is when the fun (and the end to my writer's block) begins.

"-SLYTHERPUFF!" Harry went rigid, before stiffly standing and placing the Hat on the stool. Draco had grinned at first, but became confused by the last syllable. For a few moments there was silence, then-

"WHAT!" The Hufflepuff and Slytherin tables rose to their feet, both mortified at being associated with the other. The Hufflepuffs seemed almost murderous, a first for the normally gentle House, while the Slytherins seemed so shocked they could hardly remain standing- an abrupt turnabout from their usual cool demeanor.

One Slytherin sank down into his seat and groaned. "Oh, the shame." This set off a chain reaction of angry, ashamed, and confused conversations.

Harry shifted his weight uncomfortably, highly aware of all eyes on him and unsure which table to sit at. Dumbledore stood and put up his hands for silence, which was prompty gven. He cleared his throat, "As this is the first occurence of the Sorting Hat being unable to choose between two Houses, Harry will be given access to both dorms and tables, but for now, Mr. Potter, why don't you sit over with the Slytherins." Harry nodded nervously and Draco patted the seat next to him which he had saved- believing Harry would be in his House from the beginning. Harry fled from the stool and nearly jumped into the seat between Draco and Pansy. Draco put a hand on his shoulder a bit dazedly and Pansy murmured soothingly, still a bit confused. Two bulking giants across the table from them glanced at Draco questioningly and pounded their fists into their hands but Draco sent them a quick glare before returning his attention to Harry. Hermione flashed an encouraging smile from the Ravenclaw table and Neville, after the shock wore off, caught Harry's and gave a quick thumbs-up before quailing under the glares of his (and mine, too, Harry mused) Housemates and giving one last nervous smile. Harry relaxed, his friends weren't going to abandon him for being even more... Freakish than he was.

As McGonagall cleared her throat loudly and continued the Sorting, Harry sank back into his previous daze, awakening only to hear Dumbledore say loudly, "-itwit!" And the room break into applause.

"Is he mad?" Harry wondered aloud.

"As barmy as can be," Draco replied, as the clapping tapered down. Dumbledore snapped his fingers, and food appeared on the golden platters. Harry jumped, despite having read this would occur before-hand.

He frowned at the plates and cutlery. "Don't you think it's a little extravagent for it all to be gold?"

Pansy put a hand on his arm and whispered, as if sharing a sacred secret, "I hear McGonagall transfigures them from stones everyday- supposedly so the House Elves don't get swamped with more work than they can handle, but I think it's because she wants her House colors on every table, and red would be too obvious."

Harry laughed out loud. "That's brilliant! We should get your- our, I guess, head of house to make all the spoons silver so they can be-" Harry paused and raised his spoon adoringly as if worshipping it with his eyes, "The spoons... Of Slytherin!" He grinned wickedly, "And then feed the Gryffindors soup for dinner and ice cream for pudding!"

"Hah. I'd like to see some of the more gluttonous lions' faces. I had to see the Weasley boy at some of the pure-blood balls, and God, it's like a garbage disposal on juice." Pansy scrunched up her somewhat pig-like nose. "Stupid blood traitor."

Harry pointed and calmly put down his spoon, placed his hands over his ears, and sang, "LALALALA!"

As Harry continued ("LALALALALALA!") Draco leaned over him to be within eyesight of Pansy. "Harry has this thing about 'politics.' He thinks of pure-bloodists as... ("LAlaLALAAAAAAAALALALA!") Well not wrong but as something he doesn't want to hear about." Draco rolled his eyes, "He will do that," He pointed at Harry ("LALALALALALALA!"), "Whenever anyone even mentions politics or what he calls, 'political and racial slurs.'" Draco bonked the brunette boy on the head ("LALAL-") "STOP IT I EXPLAINED!" Harry blinked at Draco and then Pansy before smiling briefly and grabbing a few servings of vegetables, roast chicken, and mashed potatoes with gravy.

"So, he's done this before?" Pansy smirked.

Draco groaned, "You have no idea. Harry's got the best hearing and the LARGEST lungs of anyone I've ever known."

Harry grinned evilly and turned to Pansy, "You know how long it took him to figure out the first time?"

Pansy latched onto the possible gossip-fodder and asked eagerly, "How long?"

Harry lowered his voice conspiratorily, "Three... And a half... Hou-" Draco slapped his hands over Harry's mouth and dragged his head back so his ear was against Draco's lips.

"I... Will kill you in your sleep..." Draco hissed, his cheeks a pale pink.

Harry paused and pondered the best way to escape without being eaten. Leaning back further, he pecked Draco's cheek and fled to the other end of the table when Draco froze, bringing his plate along with him. He plopped down next to the boy Pansy had been with at Platform 9 3/4. He held out his hand for the other boy to shake, "Hello again, I'm Harry and I'm terribly sorry but I've forgotten your name...?"

The dark-skinned boy grinned, "Theo. Or Theodore Nott, in full."

"Can I ask you a question?" Harry asked, staring at the top of Theo's head.

The Slytherin boy's grin widened. "Only if I can ask you one that you promise to be truthful to."

Harry nodded, "Of course, right after you answer. Is that natural?" He ruffled the boy's pure white hair for a moment, oblivious to any social faux paus he may or may not have been committing.

Theo nodded, "I woudn't dye it, mate. The doctor said it was just premature graying, but at the time I pointed up at my head and said, 'This?! This is WHITE!' I think that me mum just swallowed some bleach while she was pregnant. You know how women get those strange cravings when they're 'with child.'"

Harry laughed, "I wouldn't know. My cousin was born before I moved in with my aunt and uncle."

"Right then. My question..." Theo pretended to think for a second before leaning forward and staring Harry in the eyes. "Are you and Draco a couple, then?"

Harry tilted his head, completely lost. "No, why?"

Theo cocked a brow. Must be a Slytherin thing, Harry thought as Theo spelled it out like he was speaking with a two year old. "You bloody kissed him, mate."

Harry shrugged, somewhat uncomfortably, "Mrs. Malfoy told me that that's what friends do. But she also told me Draco didn't expect me to know that so it'd be a good tactic to confuse him with." Is that wrong? Maybe it was only for really, really, close friends... Am I going to scare Draco off?

Theo twitched. What is that icy mother of Draco's up to? "Er, sure, mate. It's just, she was pro'lly talking about girls who are friends."

Harry shrugged again, a little less shakily, "I don't think that should matter, do you?"

Theo smirked, Draco is not going to know what hit him. "Well, since you seem to be confused about what close wizard friends like you and Draco do, I'll help you out."

Draco snapped out of his daze of denying and somewhat odd thoughts to notice Harry deep in conversation with Theo at the other end of the table. He glanced at the empty seat next to him and Harry's position three times each before turning to Pansy, "When did he get over there?"

Pansy chuckled and returned to her treacle tart, These are really quite good, I wonder if Harry's noticed pudding's arrived, yet?

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