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Chapter 2
The train ground to a halt and the students disembarked. Making their way to the couches, Harry, Draco, Hermione, Ginny, Blaise, Pansy, Vincent, and Gregory spilt into to groups, the first four in one carriage, and the latter four in the next carriage. Ginny, once again, slipped into Harry's lap after the four piled into the couch.
Draco noticing the position of the only Gryffindor, snorted, "Do have some kind of fixation with his lap…Actually, don't answer that! I really don't want to know!"
Ginny smirked. "Oh yes, I just love Harry's lap. It's so firm and nice to sit on. So muscular…don't you agree?"
Harry sighed. Hermione was bright red by this time and Draco had an eyebrow raised. "I wouldn't really know, now would I? Having never sat on Harry's lap before and all." The blonde pointed out calmly.
"Well, then. Come and sit on his lap so you can tell me whether or not you agree with me." Ginny said innocently. She slid onto the seat next to her boyfriend and motioned for his best friend to take her place. "You too, Hermione!"
"Do I get any say in becoming a piece of furniture?" Harry sighed, again, already knowing the answer.
"Oh, be quiet, you!" Ginny exclaimed. Hermione's eyes widened and Draco's eyebrows shot up. No one spoke to Harry that way; he simply didn't allow it. He might allow his friends to but they never had the nerve to try it.
Said Slytherin rolled his eyes and sighed once again. "Fine!"
Hermione was the first to perch cautiously on her best friends lap. He chuckled softly at her nervousness and pulled her closer to him. "Like my lap, do you?"
She squeaked and nodded. He laughed again. She hurriedly moved back into her original position. Ginny then had to drag Draco across the carriage and practically shove him onto Harry lap. He huffed, "I do not appreciate being manhandled by anyone, least of all a Gryffindor. I don't care if you Harry's girlfriend or not, kindly don't ever touch me again without my permission!"
Harry snorted and pulled the blonde closer. Ginny smirked at the slight color that had appeared on his cheeks. Hermione gave them a curious look. "Well?" Ginny asked.
Draco looked at her blankly. "What was the original question?"
She laughed. "I wanted to know if you thought Harry's lap inviting and nice to sit on and firm and muscular…"
The more Ginny spoke the huskier and more sexual her voice became. Hermione buried her red face in her hands, laughing merrily at the look on Draco's face. He was bright scarlet and looking like he was having disturbing mental picture flash through his head. He quickly moved back to sit on the seat and Ginny took residence in Harry's lap again.
"Okay, that's enough!" Harry exclaimed, pushing her off. "No one is sitting on me anymore!"
Ginny pouted.
"Herm, Do you think the Sorting will give us any promising students?" Harry asked, ignoring his girlfriend.
"Well...you do have to start thinking of picking a successor."
"I will have no successor. No one can take my place, because no one has my bloodlines. However, I do need to pick a Slytherin Prince out… Anyone in mind? Draco?"
"Well…there is a rather sharp second year…She might be a candidate, but she is female."
"A Slytherin Princess? That is interesting…very interesting!" Harry sat back and looked thoughtful. "I'll have to think about it. What's her name?"
"Rebecca Black"
"Black?"
"Distant cousin of your…" Draco glanced at Ginny.
"Distant cousin of his godfather, Sirius Black?" she asked promptly.
Draco and Hermione stared at her, then at Harry. He smiled softly and nodded. "Yes, I told her about Sirius. I trust her."
Draco looked at the floor for a moment, before continuing. "Yes, well. Rebecca Black, fittingly black hair, and dark eyes. Good marks in all subject, though DADA and Potions seem to be her easiest. She carries herself as if the world owes her everything and can hold her own in a verbal argument. In addition, her friend Margaret Marsh also seems promising, though not as good at academia."
"Hmm…" Harry muttered more to himself then to them. He slouched down and propped his feet up on the opposite seat between the other two Slytherins. He remained silent and deep in thought for the rest of the ride.
Once the carriages drew up to the school and the students disembarked, the eight friends met up again. Harry grinned mischievously around at them all. "Watcha say to waiting 'til everyone else is in and making a grand entrance before the sorting?" They all grinned back and nodded. Harry examined them all and shook his head. "This won't do!"
He proceeded to unclasp everyone's robes and un-tuck all shirts. He had the four girls roll their skirts and pull up their knee socks. The guys he made unbutton the top few buttons of their shirts, which only did something for him and Draco but still. Looking thoroughly kick-ass, they finally made their way into school. The big doors were closed and the first years still hadn't arrived, since the Entrance Hall was empty. Harry threw open the big doors and the whole hall turned to look at the latecomers.
He walked in first with Ginny on his arm, (as always) flanked by Draco and Hermione who were followed by Vince, Greg, Pansy, and Blaise all in a line. The hall broke into applause. The teachers looked at the group in amazement, not being able to understand how one young man could command such respect from him peers. His head of house watched them, a sneer creeping onto his face.
The whole of Slytherin table stood, waiting for their Prince. Gryffindor table stood as well, in respect for their Prince, neither caring that it happened to be the same person. Slowly Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw followed the example of the two greater houses. Harry smiled. He stopped at the Head of the Slytherin table and his friends came to stand behind their chairs. He waited until Ginny was in place before nodding. Everyone sat. He turned to the staff table, bowed deeply to Dumbledore, and sat. The talking started back up.
Snape, as well as the rest of the staff, were speechless. How did he have such power over the entire student population? In this observation however, everyone but Snape, overlooked one, Theodore Nott. Snape watched him closely. He only stood as to not stand out amongst his housemates, a scowl prevalent on his face.
Then the first years were led in, the sorting began, and the mood was broken. The hat, sitting on its stool, turned itself away from the first years to address the whole school.
"This is different, I hope you'll all agree.
I will warn you now
One amongst your number
Is destined to become
A traitor, as one already is.
Close ranks on them and flush them out
Or doomed you are to fall
Follow one with duel ancestry
For only they can over come
The terror that awaits you
When through those doors you'll run
Soon the wizarding world will be
Under the control of he
Who knows best how to save her
So follow him, support him, but
Be warned, danger lies ahead.
Now, to the sorting. Young ones,
You really must be quartered,
but stay whole in support
Of the one who can save you
From the dark and dismal future
Slytherin, once home of only dark
Is now the proud retainer
of the leader of the Light.
Perception has changed, so I'll tell what's right.
Gryffindor is noble
Ravenclaw is smart
Hufflepuff is loyal
And Slytherin has heart
To be a Gryffindor you must be loyal, brave, and true.
Chivalry is natural and adventures always come to you
To be in Ravenclaw a ready mind is needed
Smart and bookish, making sure the rules are always heeded
To be a Hufflepuff, you must have loyal heart.
Patients and determination set you alone apart.
To be in Slytherin you must have a combo of all three
Clever, cunning, loyal, smart, and full of bravery.
That is my warning and my description,
So now put my on and let us see
Where this group of firstie will be."
The hall sat in stunned silence after the Hat's song. No one had ever heard anything quite like it. The hat rarely ever addressed the school as a whole and had never mentioned anyone specific, other then the four founders. Finally, McGonagall snapped out of her stupor and started calling names.
Harry tuned it out. That was interesting, he thought. Who were they talking about? He'd have to ask Hermione or Draco later. That was definitely something to be pondered, but now it was time to eat!