A/N: Well here's the second chapter, hope you like it(: I know it took me a little to write this story, but I have projects I can't avoid forever, so they had to be done(: schools almost over and summer will give me plenty of time to work on this IF im not done by then. So the quote used in this chapter isn't used directly like the last one, and some may not. But I think it's practically summarized in this ^-^

"A little consideration, a little thought for others, makes all the difference."

Sept. 2

Theo took his time going down the corridors. At the rate he was going he'd be right on time for Ancient Runes, and as much as he enjoyed that class, he wasn't excited about spending a whole hour reviewing things for tomorrow's exam. The class was easy enough to pass, and his grades were equal to the Head Girl's, Hermione's; there really wasn't a reason he needed to attend. But then again the whole Head Boy privilege could be taken away…

Theo ignored the snickering as he passed a small group of Slytherin girls, he knew they weren't laughing at him, and he really didn't have the energy to find out what his own House was up to, much less punish them. However when he heard the small snicker of mudblood and a loud crash, he whipped around, already knowing who it was the idiotic group of Slytherins attacking.

"Clumsy are we mudblood?" A voice sneered. Theo glared, and he could already feel several eyes on him from those peeking out from the classroom. Striding silently away from the door way and feeling a lot like Snape, Theo snuck beside Pansy's group of friends.

"Enjoying yourself Pansy?" He drawled, causing one of the girls to jump. He rolled his eyes and pushed through them. He gave a small smirk as Pansy's grin vanished. "Maybe," He continued, bending down to pick up a few fallen books, "I would turn a blind eye," He tucked the books under his arm and helped the fallen girl up. He would help her alright, but he'd do it in a way that his own house wouldn't end up eating him afterwards, even if that meant going down to Pansy's levels and charming them. "But since you decided not only to trip the Head," he gave a small pause and dusted his robes, "Girl, in front of a whole crowd of people, then said the name that has basically been forbidden in this school in respect to those who had fallen to end the use of it, I have no choice but to punish you." The corner of his mouth fell a bit, as if he was sad to do so; he was almost able to hide the mirth from his eyes.

"Are you alright Hermione?" He asked the furious girl, a bit shocked when he saw the anger in her eyes turn into a glint of something else. The thoughtful girl from his train ride was back, only with a little devil on her shoulder.

"Theo's right, I've already warned you before when you were harassing a third year, even a second year, and that was only last week. But I truly don't believe all of you were the cause of this," She gave a smile, and even Theo believed her for a second, "So I'll give you a chance to escape detention." She continued. "Either detention for a week and 10 points off for each of you, and since there's five of you, that's more than enough to put you far behind for the House Cup, or," Her smile widened a bit, as if she was giving all of them a gift, "You tell me who initiated all of the harassment, they get three weeks detention, and only 20 points are taken off. That's less than half of what you could win come Slytherin's Quidditch game this weekend. Theo had to hold back a snort, Hermione had the girls cornered.

Their Slytherin self preservation was being pulled between keeping their queen safe and sharing the scorn from their own house, or keeping themselves safe, and ultimately losing their queen. "What is going on out here?" A voice boomed from the classroom doorway, and Theo held back a groan, almost laughing when he heard Hermione's. The tall professor however, demanded attention simply walking into a room, and even if he looked friendly, with his eyes wrinkled by laughing and his disheveled hair, there were some teachers that you automatically respected enough to answer right away, so maybe that's why someone piped up.

"They were terrorizing students," A voice floated through the crowd, revealing a Ravenclaw, pointing at the Theo's House mates

"Very well, a weeks detention for all of you, and a total of 30 points taken off. If I hear any more complaints," Professor Ramage narrowed his eyes, "Measures will be taken. I will not stand for something like this so soon after…" He paused for a second, not sure whether or not the kids needed a reminder of the war, but they all knew what he meant, "after school starting." Professor Ramage took a deep breath, and plastered a smile on his face, "Now let's get all of you seated in class; we have a lot to review for." And maybe that was why most kids liked Ramage, he always knew what to say, and whether or not to continue it.

As soon as everyone was seated Professor Ramage immediately started the review, and was quite cheerily doing so, trying his best to get kids to ignore his implied statement from earlier. He was doing pretty well at it too until Potter and Weasley appeared, breathing hard and with an excuse. Theo gave a small smirk when he saw Hermione's slightly annoyed look at the boys, but became even more intrigued when he saw her passing them notes, her gaze still locked on the blackboard. He quickly looked around the classroom when both Potter and Weasel looked up at him in confusion, before falling into waves of whispers, so they wouldn't think he was staring. What's that all about? Giving a quick flick of his wrist, he disillusioned then levitated one end of an extendable ear to their desks.

What do you mean he stood up for you? Weasel whispered.

What do you mean what do I mean? He didn't need to and he did.

So what? Does that make him your hero? Weasel muttered, and Theo just made out the sound of a small slap.

Oi sorry. He muttered again.

Well, we could talk to him. Maybe thank him. Potter reasoned.

Why should you guys thank him? Its not like I constantly need your protection, I survived pretty well during the war, thank you. Hermione muttered darkly.

Okay well then you thank him. This at least changes our perspective of him. Potter reasoned. Hermione gave out a small snort.

Of course I'll thank him, but how does this change your perspective? He hasn't done anything rude to anyone, at least that I'm aware of.

Well that's just it. Weasel answered, Before he was just there, but now…

I'm not a vain person Hermione, but my actual trust isn't earned that easily, not after all of what happened. But if someone gives me a reason to trust them, like… Theodore… has. Harry said slowly, trying out the name. There's nothing wrong with having another friend.

Letting curiosity take over him, Theo quickly glanced at the Trio. He watched Hermione drape herself over the raven haired boy, in a quick comforting hug. Potter glanced at Theo, and gave a small nod, trying to convey his thanks. Theo gave a small nod in return, and turned his view back to the blackboard. Who knew what he had done would make such a difference?

Theo glanced down at his black school robes, and his clothes underneath, black skinny jeans and a white shirt. In a way, he had been handsome enough to get by in Slytherin, rich enough, to put him up in the food chain even if he hadn't followed Voldemort, and finally smart enough, to wind him out of situations and pin it on others. Being a Slytherin had its perks and disadvantages, one of them self preservation, which could be either. It taught one that you always look out for yourself, which was really… to think only for yourself and only keep useful contacts. It was lonely, he supposed, but Theo had gotten use to being alone. What he had done out there was out of self preservation… mostly. It was out of protecting someone who had become his useful contact, even without them knowing it.