Harry woke up the next morning with only one notion in his head.
"How did that sodding egg get in my hair!? AGAIN!" he sighed
The inhabiting dorm boys smirked at Harry's scrawny figure.
"What am I supposed to do with this? SCRAMBLE IT!?" he complained.
"I personally prefer my eggs sunny side up," Malfoy said unhelpfully.
"Boiled for me!" added Zabini, who was doing morning stretches.
"Over Easy!"
"Soft boiled!"
"Medium-"
"Silencio!" Harry cast as his anger was getting the better of him. For a moment, everyone was shocked, their mouths hanging open. Malfoy was the first to recover, cursing loudly (Yet silently) at Harry.
The boy who lived smiled, if only he had thought of this earlier, it would have been a lot of help in his former years.
A salvo of curses, laughing, and the occasional fart (Experimenting to see if that would make a sound.) later, Harry had finally gotten around to casting the counter curse.
Needless to say, as he had made his way through being gratified with what he had showcased, other Slytherins were not so pleased.
Pansy Parkinson had a way more elaborated story with her though.
"The boy who lived- to rid Slytherin of Draco's whining," She told him, as though headlining something in the daily prophet, "I mean, conquering Voldemort was big Harry but this," She gestured, her arms making an arch, "This is bigger than anything anyone has ever done before."
The blond pouted, then brightened.
"Oh yes, that would be a big report," he told Pansy seriously, "But what about this, Boy who lived- to wake up with eggs in his hair?!"
"It was only one egg," the boy in question muttered.
"Can the egg in question provide an interview?" Pansy mimicked a microphone, sticking it in Harry's face.
"No, he can't-"
"I think it's better to ask Mr or Ms. Eggy themselves "
"Shut it Malfoy" Harry gritted his teeth.
"Oh, will you two stop!" Daphne called, making them freeze.
"Seriously, this is getting painful to watch, you two." added Pansy.
"What?" asked the two boys in unison.
Daphne and Pansy cleared their throats.
"PoTtAh!"
"Oh no MaLfOy!"
"Not you again PoTtAh!"
"But MaLfOy!"
The two boys colored, their faces turning bright pink.
"We don't do that," said Harry tentatively.
"Right, Mal-Draco?" Harry had to sound the last part out, his face contorting with concentration.
"Yes Harry," The blond answered, "I don't believe we do talk like that."
"I'm Blaise!" said Blaise, sticking out his hand.
Harry had an odd sense of deja vu. He remembered declining Draco's (It was still slightly painful to utter that name) hand back in first year. Instead, he had befriended Ron and became a Gryffindor (However temporarily).
This time, however, he did not have Ron, and even if he did, he wouldn't choose him.
He shook the dark-skinned boy's hand and smirked when Draco's mouth fell open.
"But- but you-"
"Use words Draco," said the bemused Pansy, who smacked him lightly on the head with a magazine.
Draco opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by the Quidditch captain, someone harry recognized as Adrian Pucey.
"Alright!" the Senior announced, "Breakfast!"
The stream of students streamed out the door, the sea of green and silver quite a contrast to red and gold.
Harry watched as the youngest Malfoy clipped a prefect's badge onto his robes. Pansy did the same, giving a look to a second year with a fanged frisbee.
"Those are banned," she told the second year, who gulped.
"Don't let the Gryffindors see!" she said cheerfully as she walked out the doors, Harry trailing behind.
They soon reached the great hall and Harry sat down in the same spot he had the night prior.
"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed, throwing her arms around him, "I thought you were injured, people said you were attacked with raging eggs!"
Harry glared at Pansy, who shrugged.
"It was just one sodding egg," he murmured.
"And Harry," continued Hermione quickly, eyeing the glaring Gryffindors, "I know Ron's being a right arse but he'll come around soon. Don't worry, I'm sure I can find a technicality to get you in Gryffindor!"
"Um, thanks?" Harry told her, "But I'm just fine in here."
Her eyes went wide and the Slytherins smirked.
"But- but-" she stuttered, glancing at Draco, who was sitting parallel to him.
"You can honestly call him- Malfoy your friend!?" Her voice trailed
"Draco is my friend Hermione; and so are all the other Slytherins."
At that she turned around and left, leaving a sighing Harry behind.
It was Potions now
It was going to be a long day. He smiled, but he actually had friends to help him with it.
"Mr. Potter, our new, Slytherin, Celebrity"
Harry grimaced slightly. He hadn't really thought being re-sorted would change Snape's attitude, but he had hoped.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Ron was glaring at him. He supposed it was due to the fact he was sitting next to Blaise and Draco.
"Potter!" growled Snape, snapping his attention back, "What are three ingredients found in Polyjuice potion"
Harry perked up, he knew this one!
" Fluxweed, Knotgrass, and Lacewing flies would be three ingredients, sir" he answered respectfully.
Snape raised his eyebrows.
"Ten points to Slytherin ," he said.
It seemed Harry had done alright because Snape immediately turned his attention to the cowering Gryffindors.
Harry sat next to Blaise and Draco as they snickered about the answers, or lack thereof, from the Gryffindors.
The lesson was soon over, and much to Harry's surprise, he had managed an "E".
"Potter" Snape called coldly, as the rest of the class started to leave. Blaise raised an eyebrow but, at Harry's insistence, left with Draco and the others.
"Detention," said Snape coolly, pointing at his left hand, "For lack of proper potions gloves,"
Harry looked down and saw a single missing seam.
Nope, looked like he would still not pass Snape easy.