Chapter 11

Standing in the lift with Harry and Christian, Draco wondered why they had looked on all the floors except floor three for room 305. Now he thought about it, it was obvious which floor it should have been on.

Suddenly, his ears pricked up at something Harry was saying behind him. For once, Harry and Christian weren't kissing and were having a conversation. At least he was here to intervene if Christian ran out of things to say, he thought.

"I can't believe how some people are prejudiced against you just because you're a Slytherin!" Harry laughed. "Just because you're a Slytherin, it doesn't mean you're evil. Though I must admit, I thought it was wrong you were in Slytherin to start with. But know that I know you, and Draco as well, I know that not all Slytherins are evil. I can't believe I was that prejudiced. And it's strange how not many people know you're so talented! I mean, your owls are amazing." Draco started. "I don't know what I'd do without them, they inspire me so much. Whenever I'm feeling upset, I just have to read them and I feel better. They make even more of an impression upon me than your good looks!" Christian was looking disconcerted.

"Really?" he asked warily.

"Oh come on Christian, that's a compliment! It means I like you for the person you are inside, not what you look like. I wouldn't care if you looked like Professor Snape if you were still the same person inside!" Harry laughed at the idea, but Christian was looking unhappy. Draco's heart started to beat faster. Before he could pursue the idea any further, the lift stopped and Harry, who seemed in incredibly high spirits considering the circumstances, practically jumped out into the corridor. Shaking his head, Draco followed, Christian walking slowly behind, a thoughtful frown on his face.