My Color: Gray
Ch: 10
By: Riley Cat
Disclaimer: So not mine, so please don't sue.
After they had eaten their share of the feast, the whole of Slytherin House escorted their new housemate back to the dorms. Harry walked besides Malfoy and distantly listened to a hyper Pansy Parkinson talk about some cute Ravenclaw student she was interested in. He glance at Malfoy with and amused expression on his face while Blaise whispered, "Just ignore her. We all do." He gasped slightly in amusement.
Harry stopped suddenly as he felt something slam into the back of his head. Reaching up to feel what had hit him, his hand came away sticky with mashed potatoes. "What the hell?" he muttered. Turning around to face his attacker, Harry was surprised to find a very angry Ron Weasley staring at him. "Well, well, if it isn't the Weasel. Don't you know how to leave your superiors alone? Or are you here to simply beg for money?" drawled Malfoy in his cold voice. The listening Slytherins snickered slightly. Even Harry fought not to have a smile on his face.
"Shut up, Death Eater! This is between me and Harry so stay out of it!" snarled Ron. His blue eyes flashed in anger but Harry had a feeling that that anger was directed at him. "Don't tell me what I need to do Weasley and if you haven't noticed, Harry is one of use. Whatever business you have with him you can say it in front of use. Or are you to afraid to?" Harry was faintly surprised at the possessiveness that laced Malfoys' cold voice. It didn't seem as if Harry had to work hard to get Malfoy as an ally. He smiled slightly at the blond in quiet thanks.
"Yes Ron. If you have business with me than say it in front of them." The Slytherins formed a solid wall at Harry's back. Apparently the Slytherins stuck together, even if it was with someone they formerly tortured. Ron narrowed his eyes and before he could open his mouth, Hermione rushed out of the hall and came to a skidding stop next to Ron. "Oh, hello Mudblood. It's about time you arrived," said Malfoy. Harry turned to Malfoy and said, "Please don't call her that, Malfoy. Your quarrel is not with her. She is merely and innocent bystander who happened to pick the wrong friends." Malfoy contemplated Harry for a moment before he nodded.
Happy that Malfoy had agreed to stop picking on Hermione, Harry turned his attention back to the boy in front of him. "Well? I don't have all day! What did you want?" Harry crossed his arms and tapped his foot impatiently. "Why? Why Slytherin? I thought you were happy in Gryffindor Harry! Now that you're in Slytherin, are you going to become a Death Eater to? I bet you'd- " Harry paled and before he could even reach for his wand, Ron doubled over, clutching his stomach at the force of the curse that was thrown at him. Harry turned and was shocked to see Malfoy holding his wand, his face drawn in lines of furry.
"I thought you Gryffidors were loyal Weasel. I'm sad to say I am highly disappointed! Just because Harry transferred into the house that would help him the most doesn't mean that he would become a Death Eater! That curse is for you turning your back on a friend in need." Malfoy slowly lowered his arm as Hermione tended to Ron. "Wow. That was unexpected!" muttered Harry. "The one thing that I have always prided myself on being, Potter, was being loyal. His anger shows how he wouldn't of understood your decision," explained Malfoy shrugging his shoulders. The nodding from the others confirmed Malfoys' statement.
"So now it's back to 'Potter'?" teased Harry, dismissing Hermione from his thoughts. He watched the other boy blush lightly but he didn't bother to respond. Returning his thoughts to Hermione, he reluctantly answered Ron's questions. "I wasn't happy in Gryffindor, Ron. If you had been able to see past that idiotic 'Hero' façade than you would have seen it. I most likely would have killed myself within the first month there. The hat chose Slytherin because it was my mother's house, and the hat felt that I would be able to heal. But you wouldn't understand that, would you?" Harry's voice turned bitter and he watched as Hermione's eyes filled with tears.
"Neither of you would have understood but they do." He waved towards the Slytherins who stood by my side. "They understand and they won't judge me. And maybe because you did, Ron, that makes you worse than Voldemort." Harry finished what he had to say and turned, slowly walking down the hallway. All the while he never turned back, not even when Hermione's "I am so sorry Harry" reached his ears. No, the time for looking back was over.
AN: This chapter is also the longest that I have typed. I thank everyone who has reviewed and doubly thank those who have pointed out my errors. Thank you and enjoy! ~Ta-ta
Disclaimer: So not mine, so please don't sue.
After they had eaten their share of the feast, the whole of Slytherin House escorted their new housemate back to the dorms. Harry walked besides Malfoy and distantly listened to a hyper Pansy Parkinson talk about some cute Ravenclaw student she was interested in. He glance at Malfoy with and amused expression on his face while Blaise whispered, "Just ignore her. We all do." He gasped slightly in amusement.
Harry stopped suddenly as he felt something slam into the back of his head. Reaching up to feel what had hit him, his hand came away sticky with mashed potatoes. "What the hell?" he muttered. Turning around to face his attacker, Harry was surprised to find a very angry Ron Weasley staring at him. "Well, well, if it isn't the Weasel. Don't you know how to leave your superiors alone? Or are you here to simply beg for money?" drawled Malfoy in his cold voice. The listening Slytherins snickered slightly. Even Harry fought not to have a smile on his face.
"Shut up, Death Eater! This is between me and Harry so stay out of it!" snarled Ron. His blue eyes flashed in anger but Harry had a feeling that that anger was directed at him. "Don't tell me what I need to do Weasley and if you haven't noticed, Harry is one of use. Whatever business you have with him you can say it in front of use. Or are you to afraid to?" Harry was faintly surprised at the possessiveness that laced Malfoys' cold voice. It didn't seem as if Harry had to work hard to get Malfoy as an ally. He smiled slightly at the blond in quiet thanks.
"Yes Ron. If you have business with me than say it in front of them." The Slytherins formed a solid wall at Harry's back. Apparently the Slytherins stuck together, even if it was with someone they formerly tortured. Ron narrowed his eyes and before he could open his mouth, Hermione rushed out of the hall and came to a skidding stop next to Ron. "Oh, hello Mudblood. It's about time you arrived," said Malfoy. Harry turned to Malfoy and said, "Please don't call her that, Malfoy. Your quarrel is not with her. She is merely and innocent bystander who happened to pick the wrong friends." Malfoy contemplated Harry for a moment before he nodded.
Happy that Malfoy had agreed to stop picking on Hermione, Harry turned his attention back to the boy in front of him. "Well? I don't have all day! What did you want?" Harry crossed his arms and tapped his foot impatiently. "Why? Why Slytherin? I thought you were happy in Gryffindor Harry! Now that you're in Slytherin, are you going to become a Death Eater to? I bet you'd- " Harry paled and before he could even reach for his wand, Ron doubled over, clutching his stomach at the force of the curse that was thrown at him. Harry turned and was shocked to see Malfoy holding his wand, his face drawn in lines of furry.
"I thought you Gryffidors were loyal Weasel. I'm sad to say I am highly disappointed! Just because Harry transferred into the house that would help him the most doesn't mean that he would become a Death Eater! That curse is for you turning your back on a friend in need." Malfoy slowly lowered his arm as Hermione tended to Ron. "Wow. That was unexpected!" muttered Harry. "The one thing that I have always prided myself on being, Potter, was being loyal. His anger shows how he wouldn't of understood your decision," explained Malfoy shrugging his shoulders. The nodding from the others confirmed Malfoys' statement.
"So now it's back to 'Potter'?" teased Harry, dismissing Hermione from his thoughts. He watched the other boy blush lightly but he didn't bother to respond. Returning his thoughts to Hermione, he reluctantly answered Ron's questions. "I wasn't happy in Gryffindor, Ron. If you had been able to see past that idiotic 'Hero' façade than you would have seen it. I most likely would have killed myself within the first month there. The hat chose Slytherin because it was my mother's house, and the hat felt that I would be able to heal. But you wouldn't understand that, would you?" Harry's voice turned bitter and he watched as Hermione's eyes filled with tears.
"Neither of you would have understood but they do." He waved towards the Slytherins who stood by my side. "They understand and they won't judge me. And maybe because you did, Ron, that makes you worse than Voldemort." Harry finished what he had to say and turned, slowly walking down the hallway. All the while he never turned back, not even when Hermione's "I am so sorry Harry" reached his ears. No, the time for looking back was over.
AN: This chapter is also the longest that I have typed. I thank everyone who has reviewed and doubly thank those who have pointed out my errors. Thank you and enjoy! ~Ta-ta