A/N: I now believe I've become too lazy. If you've read the story this far, and you don't know what I said in the first chapter...there is something wrong. This is the first chapter in the story where we stay focused on one side. Well I had to! It was so long! Enjoy!
Weber tried his best not to look nervous, but he couldn't help it. The girl who was just in front of him (Larwell), was taking her seat on the stool, that was in front of everyone. He couldn't be sure but he thought he could hear the hat…talking to her. "Gryffindor!"
Weber winched when said table cheered aloud. He watched as the older students clapped her on the back and the other two newest members, waved her over to sit with them.
"Malfoy, Weber!" The young male Professor called out. Professor Wood, the 'new' Flying Instructor, also Quidditch official, and substitute Transfigurations teacher.
Professor Wood set the hat on his head and stepped back.
'Talent you have my boy and cunning. You lack the desire to succeed if the price is too high though, but you make up for with attitude. Then again you have a desire to help others. No there's not mistake about it. You are a, "SLYTHERIN!"
Weber smiled as walked over to his table and was clapped on the back, as he was pushed to sit next to a young sandy haired girl who smiled at him. After a quick flash of a smile in return, he looked back up at the stool, waiting for the room to quiet down again. So the next few students could be sorted. Finally it was Chris's turn.
"Potter, Christopher!"
Chris marched over to the seat waiting for him and sat down as a short burst of whispers came around the room. Even Professor Wood looked a little shocked as he set the hat down on Chris's head.
"I bet he gets put in Gryffindor, like his father," the girl said glaring Chris, "They're all a bunch of goodie-goodies, those Potters."
Moments later "SLYTHERIN!"
Instead of the normal cheering there was a shocked silence as Chris jumped down from the stool and strolled over to the Slytherin table. When he was half way there, the room burst into whispers again, and even the Professors started to talk to each other.
"Well…I'll be damned," the girl said as Chris sat down next to Weber, "You're one of us!"
"Of course I am! I'm better then those perfect angel Gryffindorks, and my father will know it too. He'll pay attention to me now," Chris said shooting her an evil glare.
Weber snorted as the girl backed down, "Easy Chris. You're scaring the locals."
The rest of the sorting went by much quieter then it had started. In total Slytherin had gained 9 new students, 5 girls and 4 boys, and the other houses weren't much better.
The Headmistress got to her feet, and started her speech, "Welcome Students, new, and old of course, to another year at Hogwarts! Let us hope that this year, is as great or even better then the last! Now…Enjoy!" She raised her hands so they were about the same height as her head, before flicking hands in an outward motion over all the tables.
Food of all kinds piled up in front of the students, causing a 'wow' to go up over the entire room.
Chris said nothing and neither did Weber as they each starting reaching for different dishes.
The girl with sandy hair and the other first years all were shocked when the food just appeared right in front of them, "Are you sure you two are first years? Neither of you have been impressed by anything you've seen tonight."
"My father never shut up about his school days. I knew everything that was going to happen, because things never change at Hogwarts, at least not important things. I could set a clock to this place," Chris mumbled pouring gravy on his potatoes.
Weber smirked, "My father told me everything too. Nothing surprises a Malfoy."
"Are you two dating?"
Chris looked over at Weber, "Are you dating me Web?"
"I don't believe so. Are you dating me?"
"Well, I didn't think I was, but maybe I am. How do you tell?"
The dark haired boy shrugged, "I haven't a clue…I know lets ask her! She's the one that brought it up."
"Indeed," Weber said looking over at her, "Why do you think we're dating?"
By now the girl's eyes were wide with shock, "You two are strange!"
"Oh so that's how you tell!" Chris said, "I guess we are going out then. Does this mean I have to get you something and take you on a date?"
Weber chewed some of his meat thoughtfully, "Suppose so, but we're only first years. There's no place to go on a date. Wait! The…astronomy tower! Father told me that was a romantic place to take girls on dates…maybe it would work with guys as well. You…are a guy aren't you Chris?"
"Last time I checked, of course-"
"Alright you two shut up!" A boy said who was sitting across from them, "You're annoying as hell." His eyes were a pale green and his dark brown hair was wavy, but not enough to be confused for curly.
"We try," Weber said, eating more of his meat.
The boy nodded and started to smirk, "Brock Reed."
"I'm-"
"Yes we all know who you are Potter, and we know you too Malfoy," he said cutting them off.
The boy next to him snorted, "I'm Alexander Zales." He looked like he belonged in another house. His dark brown eyes that were almost black looked far too happy and his hair was an unusual silver color and was grown out so it was just at his jaw, and hung loose about his face. The color was more unusual then the Malfoy white blond.
"Oh lovely Weber, dear! We have room mates! Isn't that splendid?" Chris asked in his best gay voice.
"Fabulous," the blond said trying to look coy.
"Are you two really…?" Zales asked, eyeing them a bit cautiously, but smiling in what someone might call was a hoping way.
Chris snorted, "I guess you didn't hear me earlier. I'll do anything to prove to my father that I'm not his little hero in training. If that means spreading a few rumors…"
"My father and his fought all through school. So if he was gay with me," Weber let the rest of the sentence hang as he ate some of his mashed potatoes, "My these are good. Oh pass me a wheat roll would you Chris?"
"You know," the dark headed boy said as he handed him the roll, "You're not going to impress anyone here, so why don't you act like a normal human demand something."
"I demand, Potter, that you shut your face whilst I'm eating my wheat roll," Weber said as he buttered the bread.
"Oh good one."
"I thought so."
The sandy haired girl continued to glare at them for a few moments before she decided that she wasn't going to get them to listen any time soon, "I'm Hillary Branton."
"It's a pleasure to meet you Miss Branton," Weber said, taking her hand in his and kissing it.
A girl that was a little on the chubby side spoke up next, "I'm Angela Thorn."
Chris glanced at her, "You have a twin that's in Gryffindor…Brandy."
"Yes…she's the good sister, and I'm the evil twin."
Hillary glared at her, "That remains to be seen. Just because you're in Gryffindor doesn't mean you're good and just because you're in Slytherin, doesn't mean you're evil."
Just then a dark skinned girl got into the conversation, "And just because you're in Slytherin doesn't mean you get to be a bitch and glare at everyone all the time. I believe you have to earn that right."
"And who are you?"
"Jaden Piers."
Hillary's eyes widened slightly before she backed down, "I…see."
Weber looked over at Chris and smiled, "We have another celebrity in our midst."
"I've never heard of her," the ebony haired boy, looked at her thoughtfully.
"You hadn't heard of me either."
Jaden smiled, "So it is true. Your father keeps you under a rock, hidden from the world."
Green eyes flashed angrily, "Yes, he does."
"I'm the Minister of Magic's daughter," she said carefully. Even she was scared of him, and her father was a very powerful man.
"My father hates the Ministry, though he doesn't tell them that to their face. Something about them not believing him that Voldemort was back."
Even though the Dark Lord had fallen years ago, before they were born, the name was still not spoken aloud, and people still shuddered if it was, even at their age.
"That's why there's a different Minister. The old one didn't do his job," she whispered softly, as if scared someone would over hear them.
In the silence that followed among the new Slytherins Weber was the only one that was smirking and finally Chris could take it no longer, "What in hell are you so happy about?"
"Dinner's going to be over soon! I've always wanted to see the Slytherin common room, ever since my dad first told me about it!"
Chris shook his head and went back to finishing his supper.
Ten minutes later when everyone was done eating, the Headmistress got to her feet again, "Now that we are all quite full, I must tell you a few things before you can be dismissed for the night. As always first years should know that the forest on the Hogwarts grounds is forbidden to all students.
"Also our caretaker, Mr. Filch, has asked me to remind you, there is to be no magic in the corridors between classes," her eyes seemed to settle on both Chris and Weber at the same time, but it must have been a trick or their imagination because they hadn't even learned any magic yet, or gotten into any type of trouble.
"Quidditch trials will be held during the second week of the term, as always, for students 2nd year and up. Anyone that is interested in playing for their house team should see Professor Wood.
"And finally, I would like to say that anyone that is caught out of their dormitories after hours will receive detention with me, this year," she paused looking out over all of the students, making sure they understood that was not a good thing. "That is all. Now off to bed with you."
Everyone got to their feet, the perfects of each house walking down to their new first years.
"Come little snakes," a very pretty mouse haired girl said, "I'm Misty Founder, one of the Slytherin perfects. I'll take you to your new home for most of the next 7 years."
Blindly, they all followed behind her, quickly getting passed by the older students that already knew where to go. She slowly led them out into the hall and over to a set of stairs that went down. The way was very dark, and for a moment Chris wondered if he'd done right thing by choosing to be a Slytherin.
"Try to remember the way we've come. I don't want to have to get pulled out of breakfast in the morning because you've gotten yourselves lost," Misty looked over her shoulder darkly at the first years, before continuing on, through the dark and damp corridors.
"These are the dungeons," she said as she turned down a side passage, "of the old days when this castle was still only that. You'll be having potions class down the main hall we just left."
"Is potions the only class in the dungeons?" Zales asked, obviously hoping it was.
"Yes. The rest of the dungeon rooms have been turned into store rooms, or remain locked, because of dangerous…lingering things from days long gone."
As she finished speaking a ghost floated through the wall just in front of them, crossed their path, and disappeared through the wall on the other side.
"That was a ghost…" Weber said shivering, "There are ghosts down here?"
Misty shot an appalled look back at him, "Doesn't the Malfoy Manor have it's own spirits?"
"Of course it does! They just don't…show themselves very often…" he said looking about worried.
"Don't worry your pretty blond head about it. The bedrooms are spelled to keep them out. You know though, ghosts aren't just found in the dungeons, they're found all over the castle."
Chris saw that Weber was highly embarrassed about being scared in front of his new housemates, so he decided to take the light off of him, "Then why is it only now that we see one?"
"Because Headmaster McGonagall thinks it's best to make the transition for muggle born students as easy as it can be. She asks the ghosts to stay out of view for at least a few days while all new students settle in. Of course the Bloody Baron, being the Slytherin house ghost, could care less. Peeves is the one you ought to watch out for. He's a poltergeist, and he likes to cause trouble, of any sort, to anyone, from any house, or position, meaning Professors as well. The Bloody Baron is the only one that can put him in his place."
"Do all the houses have their own ghost?" Chris asked as they continued on down the corridor, before taking a sharp right.
"Yes," but that was all she would say on the matter. They continued on for a few more minutes before she stopped in the middle of a deserted hall. Quickly looking around, to make sure no one else was there, she stepped over to the wall on the left side of the corridor, "Listen up. The password for our common room is 'Godric's bane.'"
As she said it, the wall slid back and over to the side, revealing a room already filled with students, walking about, or sitting on the leather sofas and chairs around the large fireplace, talking to each other.
"Welcome to Slytherin," Misty said grandly. "Boy's rooms are down that hall," she waved a hand vaguely over at a hall that led away from the common room, "Girl's rooms are down the other. The door at the very end of each hall, on the right, are the first year dorms. It will open up into a very small sitting area, which is for doing homework. There will be a door with your name on if for each of you, your things are already there, and a bathroom for you all to share in the middle. Don't worry it's all very private. Is there anything else you need?"
Reed looked her over, smirking, "What time's breakfast and do we all have to parade there together?"
"You may go down to breakfast as soon as 6:30 if you wish, though most don't make it down until 7 or 7:30. Breakfast ends at 8:00, which at that time you are dismissed for classes, done eating or not. And no, Mr. Reed, you can go all by yourself if you want to, but that would be highly unsociable."
"How will we know what our first class even is if we don't have some sort of schedule?" Angela asked, her big dark blue eyes looked worried, and her honey blond head was shaking, as was the rest of her. Either she was cold or very frightened.
"Class schedules will be handed out in the morning to everyone, but I'm almost certain your first class will be with our head of house, Professor Snape."
Chris smirked, "The Potions Master."
"My dad's godfather!" Weber said at almost the same time.
"Yes," Misty said, her tone was dark, "Is there anything else?"
When the small group said nothing, she nodded and left them going over to a dark red haired young man and sat on his lip, before kissing him thoroughly.
Taking his eyes off the guide, Chris walked away from the group, who were all watching Misty snog her boyfriend. He found the right door, not that it was hard to do because it had '1st' painted in golden English style text on the front of it. The sitting room had four dark wood desks, on in each corner and two emerald green love seats in the middle around a dark wood coffee table. Cream colored candles floated near the ceiling, lighting the whole room.
Behind each desk there was a door, and Chris smirked when he saw that his was one of the ones closer to the bathroom. Weber's was right next to his. On the other side of the bathroom door was Zales's and Reed's was next to his.
He went over to his bedroom and opened the door, looking glancing at the comfortable looking four-poster bed made of the same dark wood, and matching set of drawers. There was a closet, standing open with his robes all hanging neatly inside, and there was a small fireplace on the opposite side of the room with a fire going in it.
"Hey Chris! You in here?" Weber called.
The ebony haired boy hadn't even realized he'd moved into the room, until his new friend had called for him, "Uh yeah. I'm in my room."
"Why'd you run off? You have to take a piss or-"
"No I was just-"
"Well I do, and something awful too! Hold on!" The sound of the bathroom door opening came and the hurriedly removing of clothes before the sound of water hitting water was faintly heard next door, "God yes! Much better!"
Hearing the other boy go, made the need apparent in Chris as well. He hurried out of his room and into the bathroom, undoing his zipper along the way. He stepped into the stall next to the one with the closed door and started going, not even bothering with privacy.
"I knew you had to go. You were just trying to be cool and hold it until everyone was asleep."
"I was not! I didn't even know I had to go until…my God…I'm fighting about having to take a piss or not! This is going to be a long year, if I'm going to be stuck here with you."
Weber flushed his toilet and came out of his stall, going to the sink and washing his hands, "But you love me Chris! Bet you just wanted to see my dick."
"Oh that was it! You caught me love," he said darkly.
Just then Reed and Zales came quickly into the bathroom and went into the other two stalls, "Would you two stop with all the…weird stuff?! It's getting to be sickening," Reed's voice called from farthest toilet.
"Why? Are you jealous Brock?" Weber's voice was full of amusement.
"No!" the other boy said rather quickly, "It's disgusting!"
"It's not disgusting!" Alexander said angrily.
"Of course it is! The very thought of two guys-"
"SHUT UP!"
The room got silent all except for the flush of Chris's toilet. He came out and looked over at Weber who, looked back at him worriedly. He started to mouth something to Chris but stopped when a watery eyed Zales came out of his stall and started to wash his hands fiercely.
"Are you-" Weber started to ask.
"No! Leave me alone!" the boy yelled, wiping his hands off on a drying cloth, before storming out of the bathroom. A door was opened and slammed shut.
The other toilet flushed and Brock came out, looking uneasily at both of the other boys who were still standing in front of the sinks. He started washing his hands, frowning softly and it wasn't until he started drying them until he spoke, "Do you think he's-"
"Maybe his parents are," Weber said quietly. "One can only guess."
"Whatever it is, you shouldn't have said anything, especially since you don't know any of us very well," Chris glared at Brock. "Why do you hate gay people so much any way?"
"My mum left my dad for another woman, alright? He had to raise me all by himself. I haven't seen her since I was 7. She forgot about me because of her…her…wife!" Brock threw down his towel and went into his own bedroom, not quite slamming the door, but close.
"Well this has been fun," Weber said. "Secrets, surprises, ghosts, and fights! If my first day goes any better I might end up dead." He looked thoughtful for a moment before smiling, "You can have my new silver silk boxers I've never worn before if something does. They're in the bottom of my trunk, next to my leather thong."
Chris gave him an odd look, "Your what?"
"Thong…underwear. Father said it was a must for the kinky girls I would meet."
"And you say I sound like your father?"
"Yep," the blond said as he left the bathroom.
"You have to introduce us."
"Even if he might kill you? You are a 'Potter'."
"I'm an evil Potter, nothing like my father. He'll love me. He might even adopt me."
Weber gave him an odd look as he opened the door to his room, "I'm not going to date my own brother, so if that happens we're through!" He smirked as he went into his room and closed the door.
"But you said we were forever!" Chris called back as he his own door.
"I lied!" Weber called back through the wall.
"Dirty Bastard," Chris hissed playfully.
"Good Night dear Christopher. Have many pleasant dreams."
Chris shook his head at the wall, "Good Night yourself, you perfect rich ass brat!"
"Only for you love!"
A/N: Well that was interesting. See what happens next! Oh and don't forget to review, unless you like to 'forget', which is fine with me. Thanks!