My Boy

This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Chapter Eleven:

I ignore Harry protest of wanting to hang out with his Gryffindor "friends" as I drag him towards Zabini's suite. When we make it to Zabini's door Harry yanks his wrist out of my hand as I knock on the door.

Harry is scowling at me but I don't care because during lunch he sat with his little annoying Gryffindors when he should have sat with me. He'll learn soon though, he just needs a little more training.

"Ah, Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Potter, do come in," Blaise says as he opens his suite door and spots us on the threshold. I suppose he's surprised that I had actually kept our study meeting, or perhaps it's because I have Harry with me.

Harry stalks in the room before me in an angry huff and I guess he's still mad at me for dragging him away from the Gryffindorks. When I enter the room Blaise closes the door before walking over to the small kitchenette that each suite holds. "Tea and crumpets, Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Potter?"

I lounge on the couch, bringing my feet up to the coffee table. "You can call us by our first name, Zabini."

Blaise nods as he fixes the tea. "Then you should call me by my first name as well...Draco," he replies, putting the crumpets in the toaster oven.

"Come sit down with me, Harry." Harry shoots me a glare before he stalks to the kitchenette.

"Do you need any help, um...?"

"Blaise Zabini, and what kind of host would I be if I put you to work?" Harry lets out a soft laugh before taking the crumpets out of the toaster oven. I frown, only now realizing that Harry has never laughed in my presence and now he's laughing because of Zabini, not because of me. I'm up from the couch in an instant and standing between my boy and Zabini.

Zabini blinks as I arrange the cups on the tea tray. "Er, Draco um..."

"If Harry is going to help then why shouldn't I? Besides, I want to make sure you prepare the tea in the uh...English manner." Blaise shrugs as he sets the milk on the tea tray.

"So, Blaise," Harry begins, breaking up the silence. "Where are you from, your accent isn't English."

"Well, my family is from Italy, though I've lived in Britain for a few years now. Though not long enough to drop my accent," Blaise says, letting out a laugh. "But you should hear my parents." He tells Harry conspiratorially. Harry joins Blaise in his laughter as he butters the crumpets.

I frown again as I arrange the tea leafs and Harry puts the crumpets on a saucer dish before placing said dish on the tea tray. "Blaise, we'll let you continue with your preparations while Harry and I go over our class notes. After all, we did come here to study." I say to Blaise, but more so to Harry in order to stop his protest before they even start. I grab my boy's wrist again before leading us back to the couches. I kneel next to the coffee table, dragging Harry down with me as I take out the homework.

"How where your classes today, Harry?" Harry's irritation at me finally ends as he begins to ramble on about Transfiguration. Apparently it's his favorite class of the day and because he has it with Hufflepuff Gryffindor dominated in house points. I stare at Harry as he talks a mile a minute, mesmerized by the joy emanating from him. After a minute or two of Harry just talking and me just staring, my boy realizes that I haven't said anything yet and he blushes profusely.

"Er, Draco, so what was your favorite class today?"

"Divination."

"Divination?"

"Yes, Harry, Divination. All first years are required to take it."

"Yes, but, what I mean is: oh my God! How can you like Divination? That class is utter bollocks."

At that moment Blaise arrives with the tea and crumpets. He places the tray on the coffee table before settling down on the floor with us. "Well, Harry, Divination is an old art that most witches and wizards can't access. One can study divination for years and never achieve anything because if one does not have the innate talent, one can never learn the art."

I nod before continuing where Blaise left off in his explanation to Harry. "Students are required to take Divination because if one where to witness, lets say a prophecy, or perhaps an omen, there are certain things that one needs to be aware of or the premonition will escape them. Usually prophecies are given in private, no one knows why, but it is the duty of every witch and wizard to report any such prophecies or omens to the Unforgivable Department at the Ministry. If one is not sufficiently learned in the subject, and neglects their duty, it is possible that they can be sent to Askaban."

"Askaban?"

"A wizarding prison."

"Wow," Harry breaths, eyes wide and hands clenching his hidden chain through his school robes. "I didn't know that Divination was taken so seriously."

"All of your classes should be taken seriously, Harry." Harry nods his head, eyes still wide.

"Well," Blaise says, breaking the silence after the end of Harry's and my conversation. "Perhaps we should drink some tea before it gets cold."

Blaise then proceeds to pour us each a cuppa and I add milk and two sugar cubes to mine. We drink our tea and eat our crumpets as we chat about classes, classmates, and professors. When all the tea has been drunk and naught but crumbs is left of the crumpets, Blaise clears the tea tray away so that we can begin our study session.

"We should do our charms homework first since Slytherin and Gryffindor takes that class together. Then we can compare notes to see if we're on the same page in our other classes."

"Well, in charms for homework we're suppose to read chapter one, section I and II. Then we're suppose to answer the questions at the end of the sections." Harry says, flipping to the first section in his charms book.

"How many are there all together?" Blaise asks, pulling out parchment while I lay out the self-inking quills.

"There's eight questions for both sections."

"Well lets get to it," I say. "We can read the sections silently then discuss the questions. Agreed?"

"Agreed," says Blaise.

"Agreed," seconds Harry.

Charms and Transfiguration are the more difficult subjects so after we finished our charms homework, which took about 40 minutes we proceeded to Transfiguration though the homework didn't take as long as the charms because all we had to do was write eight inches on the class discussion. After that we took another quick tea time then did our Herbology which was recognizing plant groups based on plant characteristics, which took a little over 10 minutes because Harry, Blaise, and I broke up the assignment between the three of us. After Herbology doing our Divination was a blast. All we had to do was write a list of traditional signs of omens. Once all of our homework was complete it was nearly 6:00 with dinner starting in half an hour.

"Well, Blaise," I say rising from my seated position, stretching out my limbs. "Harry and I will see you in the Great Hall for dinner. Next time we can have the study session in my suite."

Blaise nods, leading me and Harry to the door. Clearly he understands the hidden meaning being invited to my suite. He has proven himself worthy of a friendship with a Malfoy that perhaps can lead to an alliance between the Malfoys and Zabinis. And of course there is always the chance that he may form some sort of friendship with Harry Potter, and who wouldn't want to be friends with the Harry Potter? Not anyone living in the wizarding world. Not anyone in their right mind.

Tbc...

A/N if anyone is worried about how slow the story is going don't worry! Once Harry and Draco get settled into Hogwarts most of their activities will be routine, and thus i can summarize many events and just focus on "special ones".