Parseltongue looks like this.
(Tom's P.O.V)
I had expected more of my role in our house. There were weekly meetings, all the years were invited and I expected deep discussions or voting for changes. I thought the other first years would have something to say about how things were run and changes we should make. Hell, Malfoy set up a time every two weeks for every first-year to talk with us about things they wanted to change or things they needed to have confronted.
But after the third meeting we came back from without anything being done for us, they just didn't seem to care anymore. Nothing was actually changing. The oldest three years didn't listen to anyone, and they were fine having life stay as it was. They were rich purebloods, already set up with places to work by their fathers so their education didn't really matter and that's all Hogwarts was to them. It was infuriating.
"Well, what do you want to change?" Harry asked one night they were alone in the dorms. "What do you want from being at school? And your future?"
"I want the world, sweet Harry. You know I've always been terribly ambitious. This school is our home away from home, we should be comfortable and happy here. The older years are almost leaving, they don't care what happens. The younger years should be heard, and the older years there to help mediate and get what we want. Not there to shoot our ideas down because it's too much hassle."
"Get Abraxas to help you. And the second to fifth years to agree with you, then you'll have a majority against the eldest years. Fifth-year is your OWLs, that's a lot of stress and if something needs changing then they need to trust something will happen."
"That's a very good point," I smile, kissing to top of his head. We were cuddled on my bed, not reading for once, just talking. " And I the rest of this world needs to change too, I think. Lower the boundary, at least when it comes to magical children. Have them educated earlier, a magic primary school with funds like Hogwarts, so they know enough about wizards and they'll learn they aren't freaks."
My Harry told me he'd asked Avery about that, why most purebloods hated muggle-borns so much. He said the snootier purebloods wouldn't change their minds, because it was just the purity of blood that upset them so much. But most pureblood's were mad at the attitude of muggle-borns, how they came into the world without knowledge and demanded the world be changed to accommodate what they knew and were comfortable with. But if a wizard tried to do that, then they'd be locked up for breaking the statute of secrecy.
"So this primary school can teach them wizard traditions, so they fit in better."
My sweet, smart boy. I marvelled at my little love, still at least a foot smaller than me. He may have said he wasn't a leader when the year began, but he was showing it was a possibility for him. At least while I was by his side.
"We can change it, my Harry. We'll make this world better, together."
The sound of mocking laughter drew my eyes away from my little light and to the smirking pureblood in the doorway. Avery and Lestrange stood behind him, shifting awkwardly the way they did when the blonde picked on anyone.
"Make the world a better place by integrating mudbloods and people raised by muggles? Oh please, that helps no one. There's a reason we think they have filthy blood, it's because they're weak and those raised by muggles are useless. You're 'big plan' is stupid."
Harry tensed next to me, his eyes storming as he fought against my hold to stand up. Harry remarked that out of the five of us, Malfoy considered himself the purest in blood but was the worst in classes.
"How dare you! You're only a half-blood, you can't talk to me like that," Abraxas yelled.
"He can talk to you however he likes, asshole." I hissed, standing to block Harry from his view.
The hiss of parseltongue rolled across the room, the warmth in the air draining. Malfoy shivered in front of me, looking behind him to Gemini, who stepped ahead to save the situation. Lestrange seemed okay, he just focused on work. And Avery seemed on good terms with Harry, so he was staying out of this.
"Don't try to cover this, Lestrange. It's his mistake to cover for." The mousy boy stepped back, and I turned back to Malfoy. "Let's make a bet, to put your opinions where the facts are. I'm muggle raised remember, and only a half-blood. And the end of the year exams are next week. If Gemini can score higher than me in one subject, since it wouldn't be fair to ask you, then I'll never speak out against you or mention muggle-born right to you again. But if he can't, then you'll stop being a bigot and help me with my plans for the future."
"Just the one subject?" He smirked, "I accept. Be prepared to lose."
(Harry's P.O.V)
He didn't lose. Tom got the highest scores in our year, in all of his subjects. Gemini was close in places, only a mark to two behind in so many it seemed so unfair, but Tom still did better. A lot better than me, but I was in the top quarter of first years, so he was proud of me anyway.
"You should let me tutor you next year if you want to do better, I'll teach you anything you want to know."
I blushed like I always did when Tom did something sweet for me. "You should focus on your studies. You don't need to worry about me.
Tom smiled, fingers brushing my cheek. "I'll always worry about you, at least if I tutor you I'll know I'm helping you. Now, treat me for being the smartest boy you know."
I giggled as he brought our lips together, reaching on my tiptoes to quicken the movement. It was the same sweet kiss we always gave each other, barely a second of touch, but long enough to make my face warm. I looked forward to the days when we're older and the kisses get longer.
"You might want to add that to your little plan."
Malfoy was standing to the doorway of the dorm. Why was he always standing in the doorway, was he just watching and waiting for a dramatic moment? It seemed like something the pompous bully would do.
"What are you talking about, Malfoy?" Tom scowled.
"You won the bet, fair and square. You won my help, and I'm giving it to you. Muggles aren't accepting of gays, wizards are no different. So if you want your little love in this new world, you have to add it to the list."
He looked a little uncomfortable, turning away while Markus and Gemini smirked behind him. Lestrange stepped forward, agreeing to help Tom based on his test scores along. His plans were a done deal if he had brains to go with his passion. Then eyes flickered to Markus.
"I'm not going to lie, I don't care either way and I don't really know you. But I consider Harry a friend, so if he stands with you I will too."
I moved away from Tom to hug him, and Markus laughed that I'd make my boyfriend jealous if I did things like that. I joined in the laughter, moving back to my best friend's side while he gave Avery a calculating look. His arm wormed around my waist again while he lead us to the trunks.
"I'll write to you boys letter over summer about my ideas and plans."
A/N: My birthday was yesterday, so this is my gift to you guys. FINALLY A GODDAMN UPDATE! Hope it's okay, and everyone is doing okay.