Chapter 2:
POV Kurt Hummel
7:00 am. The alarm o'clock rang. Kurt began to stir. Why the lessons had to be this early? No actually, why would he possibly have to meet the director at 8:00 am? Then, he remembered that someone was supposed to lead him there. Let's hope that it was not the platinum-blond-haired boy he kicked out the day before, he was such a cretin. He got up and went into the small bathroom next to his one-night bedroom. Twenty minutes later, he was dressed, washed (not in that order) and perfectly clean. He also cleaned up his bedroom and wait to the Great Hall. The teenager didn't come into anybody in the corridors, much to his relief. In the room where breakfast was set he saw Hermione Granger, reading while eating.
"Are you already working?
-It's never too early to revise.
-I agree. Are there any clubs here too?
-No there's not except for Quidditch teams I guess. Sometimes, groups of studies are created but it's only for the exams... Did you have clubs at Salem?
-A few... Potions, metamorphosis, duel, botany, first help, magic without wand...
-Magic without wand! That's awesome! I'll have to make some research about it."
Kurt didn't hear anything but the mumblings from the girl's mouth. She seemed nice enough. He decided to eat and took small bites of everything. Then minutes later the two other member of the trio arrived at the table.
"Hi guys! Did you sleep well?
-Not really.
-...
-Harry?
-..."
Like each morning, The-One-Who-Defeated-You-Know-Who was in the mist, or on the moon, well somewhere else that's for sure. What a great survivor he made right now! We can wonder who would have been killed if the fight has taken place at 7:30 am! The dark-haired boy woke up little by little.
"Hi Hermione. Did you sleep well?
-Perfectly well. Before you leave us for another world, let me introduce you to Kurt Hummel. He comes from Salem.
-Nice to meet you. I'm Harry Potter and the glutton next to me is Ronald Weasley but you can call him Ron.
-It's a pleasure to meet you too. However I have to say that I wouldn't have believe that the Survivor had his head in the clouds in the morning if I hadn't seen it.
-If Voldemort and me fought a duel at 7:00 am, I would be dead!"
The four teenagers burst out laughing. At 7:50 the professor McGonagall asked Hermione to show Kurt where Dumbledore office was.
He was now sitting in front the director of Hogwarts, the Sorting Hat on his head.
"You've got as much courage as a Gryffondor, you're cunning and ambitious like a Slytherin, you're smart and worthy so you could belong to the Ravenclaw house and you are as faithful as a Hufflepuf. But where am I going to send you? Hummels are generally not that versatile."
Kurt didn't really give a damn. All he wanted was finishing his studies in peace and that his future "friends" leave him alone.
"If that's all you need Kurt Hummel... Slytherin."
No sooner than done. The young man found himself with a green and silver uniform. He found out where the common room was located and what the password was (which was actually filthy manipulation). He got out the office with his schedule and learned that his first lecture was Defence Against Dark Art which he was sharing with the reds and golds.
POV Blaine Anderson
He was waiting for the professor Lupin in front of the door of the Defence Against Dark Art's classroom. He saw Draco Malfoy arrived with Santana Parkinson, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle, then the new boy (from what heard the day before) who seemed to belong to the Slytherin community now, and finally the one Gryffindor boy with his two friends. The Survivor was smiling. He seemed happy. The werewolf arrival put an end to his thoughts when he opened the door and ask the students to come in.
"Hello everybody. For those who don't know me yet, I am the professor Remus Lupin. This year you're going to take your HOWLS, that's why I expect from you the more attention as possible since the results will define the subjects you will be allowed to study next year. Let me add that I will only accept students with good grades, well from "Exceptional effort". It means that an "Acceptable" is not enough anymore. Moreover this year you will work in groups of four. Of course I decided myself about the composition of each group."
Blaine was waiting his name to be called and couldn't actually believe his hears when the professor announced his group.
"Anderson Blaine, Hummel Kurt, Malfoy Draco and Potter Harry. Here is what's going to happen. You always have two hours in a row. The first hour will be theory, so I will ask you to write 40cm paper about the spell we will learn. Be careful, I will check them. The second hour will be dedicated to practice. In each group, you will be paired-up while the first will fight against a student from the other duo, you will watch and critic him so he can improve. In a friendly way of course."
The Lupin told them that this first lessons would be consecrated to revisions of the spells they had learned during their first four years. Harry asked him directly if he wanted to be paired with him. Blaine accepted happily and the lecture lasted an awfully short time that day.
POV Draco Malfoy
This guy is a real asshole! First intercourse of the year and the teacher already wants to see him at the end of the lesson. First of all he doesn't acknowledge the authority but will even make us loose some points. I really wanted to talk to him.
All these sentences crossed and crossed again Draco's brain as he was on his way to the dungeon for the potions. Two hours where nothing could happen to the Greens' sandglass, that he was sure. He came into the lesson as soon as the door flew open so he didn't see the subject of this quarrelsome thoughts who came right behind him.
"Mister Hummel... I am not welcoming you, instead you may sit next to Mister Malfoy."
Come on! That couldn't happen again! He really needed to say one or two words about it to is godfather. As Draco insulting the new Slytherin in his head, the bat of the dungeon carried on his lesson. Two hours of pure theory... that would definitely delight Miss-Know-it-all who was sitting three rows on his right. He watched the new Slytherin more carefully. The blond was almost sure that he'd never played Quidditch. He wasn't the type. Too fragile. But as soon as Draco expressed his thought, it broke: every movement from his new neighbour was done with strength and confidence. The boy was an alive contrast: a porcelain doll unbreakable. Then his gaze came to rest of the boy's eyes. Draco winced. They were still blue but not the light and enchanting blue he had on the train, those were dark like the ocean, deep and wild. It must be a trick of the light. A bit distracted Draco let his mind wander during the lesson.
"Why am I not surprised that he is at Slytherin? Everything about him shouts Slytherin: charismatic, elegant, cold and distant... Just like me. Shit. What if he wants to take my crown as prince of Snakes? The worst of it is that he is all friendly (as much as he can be I suppose) with Potty and cie! If it takes my place he would succeed in mixing the Slytherin with the other houses, I don't doubt it. And I know many of them would not be against it. Since the death of Lord Voldemort (yes, everything comes from this point), everybody wanted to create links with the other houses. Even if they all knew that the conflict against the Slytherin house began about one millennium ago... they were so foolish. Worst than trolls."
Draco was still lost in his thoughts when the bell rang the end of the two hours. Draco decided to take Kurt apart and brought him where they couldn't be seen.
"Now, I'm gonna explain you one or two things. Here I am the boss. A Slytherin never refuses something when it comes to me. I order they obey. Even if it's against someone of their own house. You must know that now you're friend with the Gryffindors, nobody would deny the order, they even might be happy about it.
-My turn. I don't give a fuck about your what-you-call threats. I do what I want. Your authority doesn't concern me, the only one I tolerate is the teacher's and you obviously aren't one. Finally, obeying to someone always implies respecting him. I don't respect you, at all. Do you feel like asking other questions? ... That's what I thought. Now I am gonna eat. Bon appetit."
The chestnut-haired boy left, letting Draco behind, gawking. Nobody has ever dared talking to him this way.
POV Harry Potter
The end of the two hours of Potion was a relief for the Gryffindor. He walked into the Great Hall for lunch. As usual Ron was filling his plate, which was already full, and was telling Hermione how unfair the amount of homework that the teachers had given them for the first week of the year was. The Survivor smiled, happy to be back. As he was about to begin his meal he noticed that his partner of Defence Against Dark Arts was alone. He shrugged. If Blaine Anderson made no attempt to mix with the others, it was his problem.
However Harry had this feeling, a weight in his stomach, that told him that that could have been him instead of Blaine. He focused on his friend's conversation and didn't think of the young man anymore.
At 2:00 pm it was time to go to Metamorphosis. McGonagall made a quick speech about their HOWLS and began a lecture on animagi. She discoursed on it during two hours and, at the end of the intercourse, gave a 90cm parchment on that subject to do for the following week. The bell rang which stated the end of the lessons for today. The trio made his way to the Common room to begin their homework.
" 90cm of parchment to do the first day ! It shouldn't be legal !
-Ronald ! That's utterly understandable : She did make our timetable so she knows that we have enough time to do them.
-No that's NOT normal ! Why do we have to do homework ? And why the teachers have to be so much sadistic ? Dammit. I bet we can learn much more by ourselves.
-If we could, there wouldn't be any teachers...
-Hermione...
-What do you want to say Harry ?
-Well.. Maybe we could try. We've got nothing to loose, don't we ? We could set up a kind of club..."
The conversation ended shortly after.
In the same evening we could see three teenagers taking secret passages to reach the room of requirement. When they were in front of the tapestry of the dancing troll the dark-haired boy walked in front of the wall which was facing him. The door appeared. The trio had hardly disappeared that the door did exactly the same. Nobody could have guess the teenagers passing through.
The reds and golds walked out two hours later, a grin spread on their faces.
However what they didn't was that someone was watching them.
POV Draco Malefoy
As the Prince of Snakes came back from the Astronomy tower, he noticed Potty, the weasel and Miss-Know-it-all stepped out of the room of requirement.
He waited that the three Gryffindors passed around the corner to walk in front of the wall himself, wishing to find out what the trio had asked the room.
An hour later, le fair-haired boy went to bed, a smile across his lips. The Gryffindors didn't respect the school rules, did they ?
He was going to have fun... He had to think for a little while before finding a plan. Now, he just needed the rumour...