Okay, so I'm REALLY sorry it took so long, but my life has been busy recently. I know that it isn't a good reason, but it's what happened. Now, I'm going to try to have at least one new chapter up every week.

Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter. Everything belongs to JK Rowling except the plot(thats MINE :D)

Chapter 3

The feast was delicious. Dumbledore had given his speech and suddenly loads of food appeared on the table. It was more food than I had ever seen before, and much more delicious than any I had ever eaten. There were huge steaming turkeys and hot buttered corn. Chicken wings were piled high on golden plates and tantalizing desserts covered in whipped cream and chocolate sauce were lined up in careful rows.

I piled much more than I could eat onto my plate and began eating in earnest. It was delicious.

I sat at the end of the table, away from everyone else. Draco sat by his friends and the rest of the Slytherins stayed far away from me, so I was completely alone. It wasn't a new feeling.

After all the food had disappeared from the tables, the prefects led us to the common room. I made my way down to the common room beneath the lake. Everyone else filed in before me, and I was the last to walk in. The light seemed to be greenish, and it made me feel strangely uncomfortable.

Everyone avoided me, but I could hear their whispers.

"Is that the Harry Potter?"

"No, it can't be. The Harry Potter can't be a Slytherin."

"I think it is! Look at the scar!"

Every time, their dark eyes would flicker to my hairline, but then I'd look at them and they would turn around hastily, anxious not to be caught staring Harry Potter, the Slytherin. I wished I hadn't refused Draco's offer. If only I had gone and sat with him, then I would have at least one friend in this house.

A big prefect whose name I had already forgotten stood up on a skull-covered chair and declared that it was time for bed.

"First year dormitories are right through that door, there," he informed us, pointing one fat finger towards a green-lit doorway. I stood hesitantly and walked through the doorway, tripping over a haphazardly placed skull and catching myself by pressing a thin, pale hand against the stone floor. I shivered; it was cold.

Draco grabbed my arm and pulled me up.

"Come on, Potter. Are you going to stay down forever?"

I straightened and he immediately let go of my arm. I mumbled a quick thank you and pushed past him, continuing my way down the hallway.

Once inside the dormitory, I looked around. It was dark, for one, and there were no windows. Three sets of bunk beds were pushed up against the stone walls. I ran my hand along the smooth black wood, looking at each bed. A silver name tag rested on each bedspread, each of which was emerald green with silver lining. The fluffy pillow was the opposite: silver with green lining.

I finally found my name tag and saw my trunk pushed up against the wall next to the bed. I peeked at the top bunk. 'Draco Malfoy' was written in glistening green ink. Fighting off a groan, I flopped onto my own mattress.

Draco was the first one in behind me, followed by four boys I didn't know. They each found their respective beds and sat unceremoniously upon them.

"Most of us here know each other, but just in case someone doesn't," the boy speaking threw a pointed glance towards me, "maybe we should review our names. I'm Theodore Nott, pureblood." Nott glanced toward Draco.

"I'm Draco Malfoy, pureblood."

"I'm Blaise Zabini, pureblood," said a tall boy with dark hair and cold blue eyes.

"Vincent Crabbe, pureblood." A boy with extremely muscular arms and a pudding-bowl haircut.

"Gregory Goyle, pureblood." Goyle was just as muscular as Crabbe, but with short little bristles for hair.

"I-I'm Harry — "

"Don't bother," Zabini spat. "We already know who you are."

" — Potter," I finished quietly. "Half-blood."

No one said anything to me. I looked around self-consciously; I was the only one who wasn't a pureblood.

"I'm going to bed," I said, standing up awkwardly. The silence was unbearable. I opened up my trunk and pulled out a t-shirt and a pair of pajama-pants. They were old and faded, overlarge and baggy, with rips and tears. I tried to hide them, but everyone had already seen them. Nott snickered. Curses and muffled laughter filled the room.

Draco was the only one who was silent. Embarrassed, I pulled them on hastily and jumped onto my bed, pulling the emerald hangings around my bed so hard that they were ripped from the rings and fell to the floor. I turned towards the stone wall, away from the rest of the boys.

"Reparo," came Draco's whisper. I was suddenly engulfed in darkness. I turned around and looked at where the broken hangings had lie a moment ago. They now hung on the rings again, good as new.

"Thank you," I whispered. Draco turned over and didn't reply.

"Goodnight, Scarhead," Goyle sneered, and I just turned over and closed my eyes, pretending that their words didn't hurt.

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