Delays just keep interrupting me. I'm sorry for this one. For a week or so, my computer and internet couldn't work so I had wait for repairs on that. Then my muse decided to go on vacation to Tahiti. That coupled with the fact that school started in August and with band I don't get home until almost three hours after school ends. Then there is three hours of homework because of Pre-AP classes… That means in total, including the time to get ready for school, I spend about 13 hours a day on school and schoolwork. Things just aren't working for me and my writing, are they?

And just to add, threatening me by saying that you'll remove me from a favorites list is really not in any way inspiring to my writing of my story.

     *     = change scene

    *** = flashback/end flashback

Changed Perspectives

            The kiss was everything and nothing that Harry had expected his first kiss to be. He had always thought it to be as loving and tender as Draco was being as he gently pushed Harry back into the bed and moved his lips to his nose to peck it before moving back to his mouth. But Harry had never imagined the kiss being so intense. He had always imagined it to be sloppy and messy. He felt as if the world had melted away leaving only him, Draco, and the incredible feeling flowing over his body.

            Draco placed one more feather-soft kiss of Harry's lips before pulling away and moving to stand up. Before he could even sit up completely straight, Harry had pulled him back down and cuddled up to him on the bed. "Don't go," he said, quietly.

            The blonde smiled as he placed a gentle kiss over Harry's scar. The green-eyed boy shivered slightly at that intimate contact on the scar that had brought him so much pain. "I don't want to go, Harry," Draco said when he moved again to get up and bent down to retrieve some things that had fallen on the floor off of the bed. "But I believe that you ought to be going now unless you want to be late to your first potions tutorial. You and I both know that our dear head of house does not approve of tardiness."

            Harry gasped and whistled a short call to get his phoenix-shaped clock to fly over to him, flapping its wings. "Oh hell," he said as he jumped off the bed. "I'm going to be late."

            Draco just smiled again and held out Harry's potions book and wand that he had picked up for him to take. Harry quickly grabbed them and ran out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Draco pouted for a second thinking amusedly, 'I don't even get a goodbye kiss.' But then the door opened again and Harry ran in and kissed Draco quickly on the mouth and said, "Goodbye, see in an hour or so," before running back out of the room again.

            He must have stood there for a few minutes just smiling happily before Pansy walked into the room. "The opportune moment arose, didn't it?"

            Draco turned and smiled brilliantly. "It certainly did."

*

            Harry went running down the Slytherin tower steps and out of the common room towards one of the smaller potions laboratories where his tutorial was to take place. He skidded into the room and panted to a rather impatient-looking Snape. "Sorry, I'm late."

            "Have I not told you before, Mr. Potter, that although I'm glad that you are now a Slytherin and that I know that my former loathing of was unjustified that I will not accept you ever being tardy to my classes or the tutorials that I have graciously given you?" Snape said this all rather calmly and in a manner that seemed to say that he knew that this very conversation was going to happen.

            "I didn't mean to be late at all, sir." Harry replied. "Draco was helping me review over potions work before I came here and we got caught up in… another activity and lost track of time."

            Severus arched an eyebrow when he saw Harry's cheeks turn red with a definite blush. "And what exactly was that other activity that you were so caught up in?"

            "I'd rather not say, Professor."

            "You may call me Severus in private, Harry, as do all the other Slytherins. But first you are going to tell me what kept me waiting here for ten minutes."

            Harry tried to seem truthful as he said. "I studied so hard to be prepared for my tutorial that…I fell asleep?" he ended lamely.

            "And you expect me to believe that?" Severus asked.   

            Harry smiled sheepishly. "Er, no, I didn't but well, it doesn't hurt to try, does it? Besides I know that once I tell you you'll wish that you hadn't heard." He asked, a puppy dog look entering his eyes. "Aw, come on, Sevvy Wevvy. You know that I am the innocent former Gryffindor golden boy. You don't think that I'd lie, do you?"

            "If I ever hear you call me that again, do not even think for a second, Mr. Potter that I will not give you so many cauldrons to scrub that you will be asking for your arm to fall off — before you are even halfway through. I told you before that even if you are a Slytherin now that I will not tolerate any of your former Gryffindor traits, such as tardiness." Severus snapped rather loudly. "Now tell me this instant what you were doing to be so late before I use a mild and legal truth potion."

            Harry noticed the smirk on Severus' face. "You don't even really care what I was doing, do you? You just want me to be embarrassed!"

            "Of course." Severus answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. And to think that this man that was known for being the most cruel professor in Hogwarts was actually almost like a curious best friend of some weird sort. "So go on or should I get out some of my truth potions now? And then besides just asking you this one simple question, I can ask a lot more—personal ones."

            "Well, if you most know. I was just having the greatest snog of my life from Draco Malfoy. But then again, it would be the greatest snog of my life being that it was my first one. Might I say that your godson is an amazing kisser?" Harry answered without a hint of a blush on his cheeks and in a calm manner. Severus choked on the sip of water that he had just taken from a glass located on a coaster on his desk. Harry just smirked again. "I told you that you'll probably wish that hadn't heard. I mean, really, who wants to hear of his godson's exploits with his former, I'm hoping, least favorite student."

            "Damn straight I didn't need to hear that," Severus growled. "But let me tell you this right now. If you even think about hurting my godson I will not be known as your least favorite professor but more of one of your biggest godforsaken nightmares. And even I will be nothing compared to Lucius should you hurt his son."

            Harry gulped at the growling quality of his professor's voice. "I'll keep that in mind."

            "Oh, you had better. Because might I also remind you that Lucius Malfoy and I will be your weapons training teachers and in that class, you are allowed to be injured… as long as it isn't too serious."

            "Oh, for Christ's sakes!" Harry said. "I'm not planning on hurting him any time soon or ever for that matter! I just got together with him less than an hour ago."

            "Yes, well. Let's begin this tutorial of yours." Severus spoke as if the whole previous conversation had not occurred. "I can't have a Slytherin being absolutely dismal in my potions class."

            And so for an hour Severus helped with the practical side of making a Pepper-Up Potion.

*

            Harry left the potions laboratory just in time to head off towards the Great Hall for lunch early. He had been let out early as it seemed that he had managed to make a near perfect potion; one of his best ever actually. And since the quidditch game had been played early in the morning he still had plenty of time until his weapons training at three in the afternoon.

            As he was walking down one of the dungeon corridors towards the stone steps that lead towards the pathway into the Entrance Hall, he was intercepted by a red head; two identical red heads in fact. "Ah, Harry, just the person that we were looking for!"

            "Fred, George," he greeted. "What can I help you with now?"

            The twins grinned in the manner that tells someone right away that they are up to something that is highly dangerous, mischievous, or illegal. They gestured with their hands for him to follow them. "Come on, we need to discuss in a more private area. Draco and the rest of your fellow year mate Slytherins are already waiting for this most humorous discussion."

            Harry just smirked. "I swear you two would have been so good in Slytherin."

            "Ah, yes, we have been told that many, many times… But we must say that our hearts live in the kingdom Gryffindor."

            Harry snorted as the three of them passed through quite a few secret passages and entered what looked to be a very comfortably crowded room. There were literally plush couches everywhere and a giant fireplace that was currently unlit.

            "Harry! It took you long enough to get here!" Millicent called from her seat. "Oh, and by the way, congratulations!" She jumped up and hugged him. "You should have just seen all the Slytherins when we were told by Pansy that you two are together. The Silver Slytherin has finally settled down!"

            Draco blushed slightly as he heard his nickname but Harry just smiled nervously as all the people in the room smirked. "Uh, thanks for your—blessings, I guess."

            Gwen turned to Draco and whispered. "He's a keeper, Draco. Don't lose him."

            Harry walked over to where Draco was sitting on a small couch by himself and sat down next to him. Draco smiled slightly at him and placed a kiss on his cheek. Harry blushed deeply at the 'awe's coming from the occupants of the room.

            "Shut up, you!" Draco said, in defense of his boyfriend before turning to Fred and George. "So what is the point of this meeting that you dragged us all to?"

            "The point of this meeting is our dearest little brother. He's become insufferable. I swear if I have to hear him complain one more time to me about how the Slytherins called forth the evil demon lords of sixth precinct of hell in order to give them more power and give them the ability to defeat the Gryffindor quidditch team I am going to curse my own little brother."

            "What does your father, mother, Bill, Charlie, Percy, and Ginny all think of this new attitude of Ron's?"

            "Bill and Charlie are both perfectly fine with it. They both had Slytherin friends when they came to Hogwarts. Ginny was kind of going with the flow of the rest of the Gryffindor house; you know the whole betrayed feel. That is until Ron started saying how he would never understand how she could have ever been as childish and immature as to actually having a crush on you in her first year. Now she won't talk to him at all."

            George took over the talking from there. "Mum actually sent Ron a letter that if she gets even one letter of complaint about Ron's behavior she'll put him under house arrest and chore duty during the summer. She says that it isn't right to be hateful to one's own 'brother'." The twins smirked at this. "I guess this means you have been officially named part of the Weasley clan, Harry. We'll have to dye your hair the famous Weasley red next Hogsmeade weekend."

            Harry laughed. "I don't think that red's really my color. But what on earth did you bring us all into the room for, you two?"

            "As we mentioned before, our dearest little brother has become insufferable in the Gryffindor house in our opinion, which isn't too widely spread—being that as we stated before most of the Gryffindors feel slightly betrayed." The rest of the people nodded or waved their hands to get the twins to hurry and finish their explanation.

            "Of course," Fred said, "we have been wanting to test out our new creation, Weasel Whips and since today is just such a perfect day, despite the fact that we lost the quidditch match, we just couldn't resist to try our newest candies out. Anyone know someone willing to taste one?"

*

            The fifth year Slytherins all rushed to lunch while trying to look like they weren't rushing to lunch. As Harry and finally seated himself next to Draco near the center of the table and facing towards the Gryffindor table where Ron was gorging himself with food, Shawn sat down next to him. "So," Shawn paused for effect. "What's going on, big brother?"

            "What makes you think that anything is going on?" Harry asked as he looked once again at the Gryffindor table.

            "Well, there is the fact that Lucius Malfoy just walked into the Great Hall and has just sat down beside our Head of House yet none of the usually attentive fifth year Slytherins have even noticed yet."

            Although Gwendolyn, Blaise, Pansy, and Millicent continued on in their conversation about the importance of quidditch in contrast to something or another, Harry and Draco both turned to see the elder Malfoy watching them from the Head table, nodding a greeting which both of the younger Slytherins repeated back.

            "So?" Shawn asked impatiently, "What the hell is going on?"

            "You'll see… Just make sure that you keep your eyes upon the Gryffindor table. The fun just begins in just a few minutes." Draco said as he gestured almost imperceptibly to his father to do the same. Lucius just smirked from his seat.

            It was at that moment that green and gold words appeared above the Gryffindor table with the bang and sounds of fireworks shooting in the air.

A few us among you,

Decided 'hey, let's make the Great Hall a zoo!'

But alas, we could not find the proper animals and care

So we came up with another idea and thought we would share…

THE ASTOUNDING JUMPING WEASEL!!!

            The Great Hall erupted into laughter (at least all the Slytherins, most the Ravenclaws, quite a few of the Hufflepuffs, and one or two sniggers among the Gryffindors) at the sight that met them.

            It is a rather sad thing, in the opinions of the Slytherins at least, when it can be said that Ronald Weasley looked better as a jumping weasel than he did as a regular human.