CH: 13
Disclaimer: Not mine.
The Slytherins' laughed as they replayed the events that had transpired over breakfast. Harry slowly made his way down to Care of Magical Creatures while he talked softly to Malfoy. "Do you think it pissed him off?" he asked Malfoy. The blond boy glanced at Harry with a small smirk. "Yes, it did. Are you worried about him retaliating?"
"Not really. Ron really isn't all that bright and the only thing he could do to get me back is either a) spread rumors about me or b) ask his brothers to get involved. Fred and George are some of the best pranksters I have ever met, so I'll have to be on guard. However, they won't do anything too drastic." Harry pushed his hair out of his face as he straightened his robes. Malloy's cool eyes stared at Harry in shock.
"You know, you're not as stupid as I originally thought." Harry burst out laughing at Malfoy's statement, drawing looks from everyone as they approached Hagrids hut. "And you aren't as self-centered as I thought!" Malfoy smiled smugly at Harry's statement. "So you finally noticed." All talk was halted as Hagrid started his lecture on Runespoors.
Malfoy glared at Ron all throughout the class period and by the time it was over, Malfoy had thought of a hundred different ways to permanently ruin Ron's eyesight. "Just ignore him, Draco. Wait until he decides to get revenge. Then you may curse him." "Why can't I just do it now and make it look like an accident?" Harry leveled an amused gaze at the blond. "Impatient, Draco?" "As if. And when did you decide to start using my name?" Harry shrugged and turned his gaze towards the front.
"When you said I was a true Slytherin. And we can't do it now, as you should know, because it would be too noticeable." Malfoy nodded his agreement. "Are we also against the Mudblood?" asked Pansy on his left. Malfoy shook his head. "Not until she decides to take sides." Pansy nodded and turned to Millicent, spreading the word.
The bell rang to signal the end of the hour. Harry nodded at Hagrid, who was trying to get his attention, and followed the rest of the class to Potions. 'This should be interesting' thought Harry. 'Snapes'' most hated student is in his own House. Well, maybe not most hated. He did tell me to make a good impression.' Harry listened half-heartedly to Crabbe and Goyle as they entered the Potions room.
Harry sat on Malfoy's left while Crabbe and Goyle positioned themselves on either side of the two boys. "Don't worry Harry. Snape isn't such a bastard towards us. Only the Griffindorks." And it turned out Malfoy was right. By the end of the class period, Ron had lost a total of forty points for doing anything Snape could find wrong. At one point, Snape took points for cutting the feverfew wrong. 'I think I like this version of Snape.'
"Potter! Stay after class for a few words," Snape snarled. Malfoy raised an eyebrow but shrugged. "This, class, is a perfect example of a Migraine Potion. Look at the perfect blue color Malfoy and Potter have managed to make. Ten points to Slytherin. Longbottom! What color is your potion?" The two boys snickered to themselves as Snape stalked away to harassed the quivering mess that was Neville Longbottom. "Ass kissers" a voice muttered.
Malfoy frowned at Ron before replying; "At least I can make a potion by myself. How many people did you have to ask for help? Everyone?" The Slytherins' laughed softly. Harry raised one eyebrow at the look on Rons' cherry red face. Hermione whispered something to Ron to try to calm him down. "Listen to her Ron" Harry said softly. "After all, you wouldn't want a repeat of this morning, now would you?" Harry's words had the desired effect of making the red head lunged out of his seat and towards Harry.
Unfortunately, before he even reached Harry, a big hand clasped on the back of his robes and yanked him away, just as Snape turned around. "WEASLY! What do you think you are doing? Fifty points from Gryffindor and a month worth of detention with me now sit down!" Harry smothered the laughter that threatened to escape his mouth. "Way to go Harry!" Malfoy muttered in his ear.
Harry turned to reply and caught his stare from inches away. Harry felt his breath catch as the light glinted off those laughing silver orbs. Harry watched in fascination as those silver eyes turned a stormy gray. Harry felt something; what, exactly he didn't know but something that tightened his chest and made his breath catch. And he could tell Malfoy felt the same way.
A distraction from Crabbe pulled his attention away from Malfoy and that was all he needed. The emotions that were swirling inside of him were too much for his brain to handle. The bell signaled the end of class and Harry waved as his Slytherin friends went to the Hall for lunch. "So, are you adjusting well in your new house?" asked Snape. He leaned against the bench as he waited for Harry to reply.
Harry shrugged. "Yes, sir. They aren't as bad as I thought they were." Snape nodded in understanding. "I agree. Many just see the name 'Slytherin' and don't bother to get to know the people behind the house. Malfoy is a prime example. He isn't like his father, Potter, and he doesn't plan on following in his father's footsteps. Get to know him. By the way, nice play on Weasley. Very Slytherin of you. You're dismissed."
Harry nodded. Grabbing his things, Harry trudged up the lonely dungeon steps towards the Great Hall. Suddenly, a sound behind him made him stop, it sounded like a scream. Before Harry could turn back around, something pushed him in his back and Harry fell. Down the steps his body went and, before he passed out, the last thing he thought was 'What the hell happened?'
AN: Who tried to kill Harry? I don't know really. I just type when I feel like it and I hope some one likes this awfully long chapter. Thank you for all your reviews. ~Ta-ta
Disclaimer: Not mine.
The Slytherins' laughed as they replayed the events that had transpired over breakfast. Harry slowly made his way down to Care of Magical Creatures while he talked softly to Malfoy. "Do you think it pissed him off?" he asked Malfoy. The blond boy glanced at Harry with a small smirk. "Yes, it did. Are you worried about him retaliating?"
"Not really. Ron really isn't all that bright and the only thing he could do to get me back is either a) spread rumors about me or b) ask his brothers to get involved. Fred and George are some of the best pranksters I have ever met, so I'll have to be on guard. However, they won't do anything too drastic." Harry pushed his hair out of his face as he straightened his robes. Malloy's cool eyes stared at Harry in shock.
"You know, you're not as stupid as I originally thought." Harry burst out laughing at Malfoy's statement, drawing looks from everyone as they approached Hagrids hut. "And you aren't as self-centered as I thought!" Malfoy smiled smugly at Harry's statement. "So you finally noticed." All talk was halted as Hagrid started his lecture on Runespoors.
Malfoy glared at Ron all throughout the class period and by the time it was over, Malfoy had thought of a hundred different ways to permanently ruin Ron's eyesight. "Just ignore him, Draco. Wait until he decides to get revenge. Then you may curse him." "Why can't I just do it now and make it look like an accident?" Harry leveled an amused gaze at the blond. "Impatient, Draco?" "As if. And when did you decide to start using my name?" Harry shrugged and turned his gaze towards the front.
"When you said I was a true Slytherin. And we can't do it now, as you should know, because it would be too noticeable." Malfoy nodded his agreement. "Are we also against the Mudblood?" asked Pansy on his left. Malfoy shook his head. "Not until she decides to take sides." Pansy nodded and turned to Millicent, spreading the word.
The bell rang to signal the end of the hour. Harry nodded at Hagrid, who was trying to get his attention, and followed the rest of the class to Potions. 'This should be interesting' thought Harry. 'Snapes'' most hated student is in his own House. Well, maybe not most hated. He did tell me to make a good impression.' Harry listened half-heartedly to Crabbe and Goyle as they entered the Potions room.
Harry sat on Malfoy's left while Crabbe and Goyle positioned themselves on either side of the two boys. "Don't worry Harry. Snape isn't such a bastard towards us. Only the Griffindorks." And it turned out Malfoy was right. By the end of the class period, Ron had lost a total of forty points for doing anything Snape could find wrong. At one point, Snape took points for cutting the feverfew wrong. 'I think I like this version of Snape.'
"Potter! Stay after class for a few words," Snape snarled. Malfoy raised an eyebrow but shrugged. "This, class, is a perfect example of a Migraine Potion. Look at the perfect blue color Malfoy and Potter have managed to make. Ten points to Slytherin. Longbottom! What color is your potion?" The two boys snickered to themselves as Snape stalked away to harassed the quivering mess that was Neville Longbottom. "Ass kissers" a voice muttered.
Malfoy frowned at Ron before replying; "At least I can make a potion by myself. How many people did you have to ask for help? Everyone?" The Slytherins' laughed softly. Harry raised one eyebrow at the look on Rons' cherry red face. Hermione whispered something to Ron to try to calm him down. "Listen to her Ron" Harry said softly. "After all, you wouldn't want a repeat of this morning, now would you?" Harry's words had the desired effect of making the red head lunged out of his seat and towards Harry.
Unfortunately, before he even reached Harry, a big hand clasped on the back of his robes and yanked him away, just as Snape turned around. "WEASLY! What do you think you are doing? Fifty points from Gryffindor and a month worth of detention with me now sit down!" Harry smothered the laughter that threatened to escape his mouth. "Way to go Harry!" Malfoy muttered in his ear.
Harry turned to reply and caught his stare from inches away. Harry felt his breath catch as the light glinted off those laughing silver orbs. Harry watched in fascination as those silver eyes turned a stormy gray. Harry felt something; what, exactly he didn't know but something that tightened his chest and made his breath catch. And he could tell Malfoy felt the same way.
A distraction from Crabbe pulled his attention away from Malfoy and that was all he needed. The emotions that were swirling inside of him were too much for his brain to handle. The bell signaled the end of class and Harry waved as his Slytherin friends went to the Hall for lunch. "So, are you adjusting well in your new house?" asked Snape. He leaned against the bench as he waited for Harry to reply.
Harry shrugged. "Yes, sir. They aren't as bad as I thought they were." Snape nodded in understanding. "I agree. Many just see the name 'Slytherin' and don't bother to get to know the people behind the house. Malfoy is a prime example. He isn't like his father, Potter, and he doesn't plan on following in his father's footsteps. Get to know him. By the way, nice play on Weasley. Very Slytherin of you. You're dismissed."
Harry nodded. Grabbing his things, Harry trudged up the lonely dungeon steps towards the Great Hall. Suddenly, a sound behind him made him stop, it sounded like a scream. Before Harry could turn back around, something pushed him in his back and Harry fell. Down the steps his body went and, before he passed out, the last thing he thought was 'What the hell happened?'
AN: Who tried to kill Harry? I don't know really. I just type when I feel like it and I hope some one likes this awfully long chapter. Thank you for all your reviews. ~Ta-ta