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This chapter is told from the perspective of the "real" Draco Malfoy - just to be clear.
Draco was the most hated person in Gryffindor Tower and his new roommates weren't afraid to let him know that fact. When the fourth year Gryffindors reached their beloved dormitory, they discovered a sixth bed waiting for them. The occupants of the room were currently arguing about who had to sleep closest to Draco - while simultaneously insulting him.
Sighing, Draco flopped down on his new bed and tried to block out their voices, drawing the hangings around his bed. He didn't even bother to change out of his robes as he had no intention of spending more time around the reckless, Malfoy-hating Gryffindors which he would now have classes with.
Staring at the red and gold decorations, Draco wondered if staring at all that red made all the Gryffindors angry all the time. They almost always seemed angry with him in his memories, but usually Draco could find a reason to justify it - his double was a total jerk after all. Draco rolled his eyes with a snort: as if he'd ever buy into that pureblood supremacy nonsense!
Draco had trouble sleeping that night and not just because he hadn't changed out of his robes. He tossed and turned as his nightmare had him running through the halls of Hogwarts, all his counterpart's Slytherin friends chasing him. Running to the Fat Lady's portrait, Draco called the password to get in, but Ron and Neville refused to let him and laughed when the Slytherins finally caught him...
Gasping, Draco sat up in bed to find his hangings open and two wands in his face. For a moment, Draco wondered if he was still asleep and if this was just another part of his nightmare. The dormitory was dark and silent and two figures which Draco couldn't make out loomed over him.
"Give it up, Malfoy! Whatever you're planning, it isn't going to work!" The voice obviously belonged to one of the boys in the dorm, but with his lack of sleep Draco couldn't for the life of him tell who it belonged to.
Draco reached into his robes, hoping his wand hadn't fallen out while he slept. Mrs Longbottom had been kind enough to take him to Diagon Alley so he could shop for school supplies and his very own wand. His counterpart had a wand, but his parents had thought it would be a mistake to spend money on their real son. To his horror, his wand had rolled onto the bed and one of the Gryffindors retrieved it.
"Why are you here, Malfoy?" This voice was calmer, but still full of dislike. Draco decided to focus on this voice.
Draco shrugged, but then realised that they might not see it in the dark. "The Sorting Hat placed me here. It isn't like I chose to go here just to ruin your lives or anything."
The first voice snorted. "Can't blame the Slytherins of getting sick of you."
"Well that's funny, because I was never sorted into Slytherin in the first place!" Draco snapped, his anger rising. Why couldn't they just let him go to sleep? Did they have to interrogate him in the middle of the night?ยง
"I'm sorry, what?"
"But you're Malfoy! Of course you're in Slytherin!" The first voice exclaimed.
There seemed to be a sense of unease between the two ambushers and there sounded like a bit of a commotion, before someone finally decided to light their wands.
"Lumos!" A small glow appeared at the end of Harry Potter's wand. "Right, now explain."
"What does he need to explain?" The redhead beside him asked, wand still pointed at Draco's face. "He's a bloody snake!"
Draco looked between the two. In all of his memories, both of them had been his enemy. Maybe it was time to start afresh. "I'm not Slytherin and I've never been in Slytherin!" He paused for a moment, thinking. "To be honest, I'm not sure if I've ever wanted to be Slytherin." Like he would do anything just to please his father.
Ron stared at him as if he had suddenly started talking Japanese or even Gobbledygook. Harry looked equally confused. "That makes no sense whatsoever. I'm fairly certain you've been in Slytherin ever since our first year."
"No I haven't." Draco sighed. "This is my first night at Hogwarts and that was the first time I sat in the Great Hall and was sorted and this is the first time I have ever spoken to the great Harry Potter, so excuse me, but I want to go to sleep." With that passing statement, Draco rolled over and did just that, leaving two very confused Gryffindors, one still holding his new wand.
The Weasley looked between his enemy and his best friend. "What the bloody hell just happened?"