Chapter 1: The Argument
Harry Potter, fifth year at Hogwarts, a month or two into the school year, and he was already regretting his choices over which people he had chosen to be his friends years ago. Lately Hermione nagged on him about everything, especially the prophecy, Ron would join her once that subject had risen up, and that made everything so much more difficult that it wasn't even funny anymore. Not like it was ever before, but, he thought they were his friends. They felt more like his parents, do this and do that, this, that. It never ended and he felt as though it wouldn't as much as he would try to shut them up. Dumbledore didn't listen when any of this came up, he was too focused on trying to save everyone from the dark lord to be a principle at a school. His school where there were problems everywhere.
"Sometimes I wish the hat would've put me in Slytherin and not Gryffindor" Harry said out loud, however, it was rather quiet. Though Hermione still picked up on it "Wait, what did you say? You can't be serious Harry" Harry looked at Hermione when she spoke, confusion crossed his face, and he wasn't sure why she was so hateful towards the Slytherins. It couldn't have been about them teasing her because of her mud blood name she had received years ago. She should've gotten over that by now, it had been four years later, and being the fifth he had thought she was over it.
"Are you still mad about the mud blood word?" Harry asked her and she looked taken back, they were out in the hallway around others, so some people stopped to listen, others kept going, and would ask to hear of it then. Harry still had to go to potions, but, he had actually wondered if he should sit somewhere else for today. This isn't the first time he felt like this, but, he was tired of feeling like he had to do everything because of some stupid prophecy which he wanted no part of anymore.
"Harry, you know how I feel about that subject" Hermione spoke, her face warning him not to push the issue, nonetheless, Harry was going to push the issue. "Why can't you get over it? It started four years ago Hermione, it's fifth year, you're what 15, 16 years old now?" Hermione's face grew hot with anger and embarrassment knowing others were watching "Harry-" Hermione tried to begin, but, Harry cut her off "No, you need to grow up and stop telling me what to do. Just because I don't have a mother doesn't mean you have to try and take her place" Harry said storming off, though, he did turn around to say
"Stop nagging at me and telling me what to do, you and Ron are my reasons for feeling this way, for the smartest girl in Hogwarts, you are not very bright" Harry wasn't sure where this was coming from, but, being able to shut her up for once was a good thing. He headed past Ron gaping and Draco a bit intrigued by the event. Draco shrugged, laughing some, and headed to potions class taking his usual seat. Harry came in a little while later after he took a short walk, and sat down next to Draco. He was a little bit hesitant, they had never gotten along before and its not like they had assigned seats.
(Will Draco be okay with this and how will everyone react when they come in to see the two main students in different houses not arguing? What will Harry do? Sit there in silence or actually talk to Draco? Find out in Chapter two. Once I get a review if someone wants me to continue I shall)