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Harry was awoken by a loud bang of the car door. Awakened suddenly he fell off his seat and tumbled to the floor. Shaking his head while rubbing his eyes he realized the train was stilling moving. Curious he looked up surprised to see a fuming Hermione in the doorway. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail, robes on and arms folded over her chest with a glare.
"I see that you're not dressed for school yet," her tone was cold and unfriendly.
"Hermione, I'm so glad to see you." Harry replied unaware of her anger. "I've had the worst day and you're the first friend I wanted to see."
"Save your cynicism for someone who cares Potter." She shook her head and laughed lowly. "You think you can just waltz around like you own everything- everyone. Well, this year Potter I'm Head Girl and things are going to different for you; I'm going to make your life just as hellish as you've made mine these last six years." Harry had never seen Hermione this scary, her smirk, her confident pose and overall nasty tone made him shiver. She almost looked like Malfoy.
"What? Hermione I don't-" Harry had to stop himself and swallowed the rest of his sentence at her insane stare. He had never thought that in this world he wouldn't be friends with Hermione and had to bite back the urge to try and reason with her. Whoever he was before obviously pissed her off royally.
"We arrive at school in five minutes; I suggest you be ready Potter because I am." She smiled sickly sweet, banged the door closed and tossed him a rather rude gesture. Now he starting to panic, if Hermione wasn't his friend then he rather doubted Ron would be either. He didn't have to think about it however since he wasted three minutes trying to sort out how he could maybe make it up to her. He reasoned he would have to find whoever his friends were and get the information he needed to know who he had hurt. Then maybe he could talk to her but for now he vowed to avoid the psycho girl.
Stumbling into his robes he didn't have time to look himself over as the train came to an abrupt halt causing his wand to fall under the seat. He groaned lightly and bent down to try and reach i, taking a good two minutes to locate, he finally jogged off the train. Being the last one off, he cursed his luck so far, now he had no idea who he hung around in this realm. He spotted Hagrid and gave him a jolly wave that he returned lightly with a puzzled look on his face.
He noted to himself to stop looking like a freak and walked toward the carriages. Only one was left and he was relived to see Luna was sitting in it reading her usual Quibbler Magazine.
"Hello, Luna. Having a good night?" He said thinking that it wasn't personal, he just being friendly. But by the look on her face he could tell he usually wasn't.
"It's as good as any I suppose." Her dreamy voice answered, she didn't say anything else so he figured he it wasn't her he had hurt which was great, it was almost like he normal.
The ride between them was awkward though since she insisted on talking to an invisible fairy named Glenda instead of acknowledging Harry's presence. He shrugged it off and instead looked at his comfortable shoes. There were quite nice, he didn't usually like different colored Converse but the green was interesting to him. As he glancing down he started to notice a pattern of green. With his green shoes he noticed his silver and green tie for the first time.
His heart dropped into his stomach, he couldn't be, shouldn't, no. Both his parents were proud Gryffindors, the only reason he was could have ever been put there was because of- but He wasn't in power. Every single one of his worst fears came rushing back to him, he started gasping for breath. Even Luna stopped chatting about tea time being at served by moonlight helped reduce pores on one's nose to briefly stare at him.
Harry had to stop, he had to trust Dumbledore. Maybe this was- a mistake. That's right, his mother picked up the wrong robes and he would just get new ones. It didn't help his heart beat any slower at the thought that he could be wrong about the crazy old wizard.
Even as he entered the Great Hall he didn't dare look around but instead walked straight up to McGonagall who was chatting with Severus Snape. It looked as sounded like they were discussing how best to sort the first years when Harry cleared his throat. McGonagall looked bewildered when he placed a hand on her arm to get her attention.
"Um Professor? Could I have a quick word?" Harry said looking between her and Snape who simply raised his eyebrow.
"Is there something wrong Harry?" Snape asked concerned. It was Harry's turn to look surprised, Snape never liked him before nor could he get used to the man calling him by his first name, with respect. "Did you need to skip the sorting; you look as if you're going to pass out?"
Harry couldn't focus on his voice, all he could think was how he was now a slimy Slytherin, Hermione hated him which meant he now had no friends, and everyone seemed surprised that he was polite. His head was starting to hurt; placing his hand on top of head he didn't want to ask his question but knew he had to say something now.
"I'm not sure about something," he started, to his amazement Snape didn't demand him to continue right away but tilted his head for him to continue when ready, "I-That is to say that I am, do you know if I'm in fact in-" He couldn't say it, he didn't want to think about, all he wanted to do was heave his Mother's breakfast. Thankfully he didn't have to because a hand landed on his arm.
"There you are Harry." A familiar, deep voice said. "We've looking for you everywhere. Stop playing a prank on our favorite Professor, he does have a job to do after all." Harry turned to see Draco smirking in a joking way at him. Harry guessed he had found his circle of friends. "Don't worry Severus; I take good care of him." A flicker of what Harry thought might be lust showed in Draco's eyes as he was pulled toward the Slytherin table. Snape muttered a quick 'behave' and turned back to his interrupted conversation seemingly not angry.
"You didn't have to hide from me Harry; you know I'd eventually find you." He whispered, Harry couldn't begin to fathom was happening to him. Glancing down he saw that his (apparent) ex-enemy was half an inch from holding his hand. "Look everyone, I found Mr. I-Have-To-Be-Center-Of-Attention himself."
Harry couldn't take his eyes off of Malfoy. He looked the same sure but something was different. As Malfoy guided him to his seat he realized what it was, he looked mature and nicer. Without his face stuck in his usual sneer he looked almost attractive. Harry shook his head of the odd thoughts and looked around at the people closest. Next to him was Nott who nodded his head at him. His black hair fell gracefully past his ears; he looked bored and quietly played with his food. Across from Nott was Pansy, brown hair in ringlets around her round-ish face, making out with someone Harry didn't know.
"You feeling alright there Harry?" A sweet male voice asked from next to Draco. Harry scrunched his head trying to think of his name- Blaise. That was it. Soft brown curls outlined his sharp features and even softer brown eyes were half-glazed looking in Harry's direction. "We missed you on the train." Blaise purred leaning forward trying to ignore Malfoy.
"He's fine Zabini." Malfoy snapped and pressed his thigh against Harry's causing him to blush slightly. Harry thought it was in his head until Draco placed his hand on Harry's knee. "Aren't you love?" Malfoy ignored Harry's slight jump and took it as agreement.
"Sorry I'm late gents," A voice brought Harry out of his current panic and into a whole other dimension. Messy brown red hair, smooth nose and strong jaw line on the face of a lean five foot eight male. "Had to pop up to my room, I thought I forgot one of my books." He smiled sheepishly at Harry and waved. "You didn't grace us with your presence in the train mate. Thought we weren't good enough for you? Not a very nice way to start the year."
Harry remembered this teenager, deep in the Chamber of Secrets trying to murder Ginny and himself. Sitting right in of him was Thomas Riddle. He-that-would-not-be-named called Harry his mate. Now Harry knew he was going to be sick.
"Nah, probably wanted to make his usual dramatic entrance," Nott laughed next to Harry. "Mission accomplished I suppose."
The group quieted as the sorting began. Harry wanted to leave the hall but Malfoy- well he guessed he should say Draco's hand was now making soft but forceful circles on his knee. Harry tried to even out his breathing, even attempted to concentrate on the sorting but Draco's hand kept circling closer and closer up and into his inner thigh. He coughed twice to try repress whatever noise might come out of his mouth. He didn't want to draw attention to himself if he moaned.
Trying to drown the boiling, new feelings in his stomach he kept his pumpkin juice pressed to his lips and forced his eyes closed and reminded himself he couldn't act out of place. His enemy number one looked at him a few times whenever another student made it into their house.
Forcing himself to not think about the things Draco was doing to him he chanced a glance over to the Gryffindor table. He choked on his juice. Neville had his arm around Ginny and kept whispering things into her ear causing her giggle. Harry knew he should be jealous but he felt that if anything turned out okay in this world it was Neville getting a girlfriend, even if she was potentially going to be his.
"Are you ready for tonight?" Draco breathed into Harry's ear kissing it gently. "I have everything you asked for." Draco was about to start nibbling on his ear when Tom turned back to them and Draco leaned away.
"Party tonight gents? I assume you all brought your share, it's going to be one hell of a night." Tom started piling food on to his plate and looked at Draco. "Got your favorite, fire whisky and for Harry the fruity stuff of course, peach rum and chocolate strawberries for the kink as you say." He and the boys around him laughed, Pansy still lip-locked at the moment.
"Um, thanks?" Harry returned meekly.
"Harry, what have you done to your hair?" Blaise interrupted the mood, his plate still empty and still looking at the boy like a wolf ready to claim his dinner.
"Er, new look?" He looked down at the table.
Draco sensing something was wrong squeezed his thigh lightly and turned to Blaise and simply said, "I love it, so bugger off."
"Alright, settle down gents. No need for knickers twisting. I told Da we would need the common room and he agreed as long as we all keep an eye on Harry, eh?" Tom laughed as he gave Harry a friendly wink. "Don't want the Halloween incident to happen again."
"Oi, Harry happened to make that party fun." Draco tried to come to his rescue. "You lot are just too boring for our kind of excitement."
"Hey now, I'll have you know I invented the word fun." Nott joked. "Besides, Severus wouldn't allow his son's best mate to get any punishment, even if he was caught peeing on the side of the castle. Bloody priceless that was."
Wait, Harry thought, Severus was Tom Riddle's guardian? Dumbledore left the most evil wizard of his age in the hands of someone who could've been sided with the enemy himself? It was laughable for Harry to think he was sitting across from Thomas Snape and that he happened to be his Ronald Weasley for this world.
He was shaken out of his thoughts when he felt Draco's thumb brush over the tip of his cock. Harry sharply turned to Draco who continued laughing as though he wasn't doing anything naughty. He thought it was just a coincidence but he felt him do it again and slower this time. When Tom turned to Nott talking about how excited he was for potions Draco leaned back to Harry.
"I can't wait to tell everyone you're my boyfriend at the party. Then we can sneak away and have some. Real. Exciting. Fun." Again the blond kissed Harry, this time gently right under his ear.
All Harry could think was, it was going to be a very interesting night.