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Chapter two.

With the sound of Pansy\'s voice, and Blaise shaking his arm, Draco woke. It was dark in the compartment, save for the small lanturn in the corner. \"Already?\" H mumbles and Pansy nodded gravely.

Sighing, he sat up and rubbed at his eyes, Crabbe having already opened the door. \"I gotta go and watch over the first years.\" He murmers, offering a small and hardly noticable smile to the others then flitting away in a flash of black robes.

It was so confusing, telling who was a first year, and who was a second year. It was all just a sea of black pointed hats to Draco.

Walking around and leading a few first years to Hagrid, he glances out tiredly as the others boarded the last of the chariots. Biting down on his lower lip, he decideds to help the half wizard leading the first years, stepping into the boat and towering over the already frightened children.

\"Excuse me, sir... are you a student?\" A small blond girl with bright blue eye asks, tugging at his robes.

\"I...yes..\" He mumbles warily.

\"What house are you in?\"

\"Slytherin.\"

\"Are you evil too?\" Her voice pipes up.

\"N-no.\" He stutters. \"Enough questions.\" He snaps and she recoils back and stairs down at the lake until they all disembarked, Draco racing in the other direction to the Great Hall where everyone was already seated. Sitting down with a sigh, he rests his head on his forearms, waiting to see the fresh crop of Slytherins.

Ron and Hermione, being prefects, had to help the first years along. They bid farewell to Harry and left him alone again to get to the castle.

By the time he got into the Great Hall, half of the school was already seated and conversing with their fellow housemates. Harry took up a seat at the end of the table, close to the doors, waiting only a few minutes before his two best friends came in.

\"Hey,\" Ron greeted Harry, taking up a seat beside him, opposite Hermione.

From where Harry was seated he could see both the doors and the Slytherin table, so when Malfoy walked in his eyes followed him until he sat. His eyes stayed on the Slytherin until he heard McGonnagal start the Sorting.

Draco sat through the sorting. Six fresh faces. Yum. Seven to Ravenclaw; ten to Gryffindor; and eight to Hufflepuff.

When the food came, Draco managed to eat three bites of his steak and got a bit nauseas. Excusing himself with a nod, he stands and leaves the hall, stopping on the third floor to rest his head against a door. Sighing, he closes his eyes and huffs about the halls, pretending to patrol any renegade second and third years.

Running into Filch twice, he decides it\'d be best just to return to the hall and try and force something down.

By then, atleast half the students had finished.

Dumbledore stands up and calls out to those who were left. Prefects, third, fourth, second and First years. \"And now, I believe we\'d best go to bed.\" Standing up, Draco calls out, \"First Year Slytherins, this way.\" The first years stand and follow their House Prefects out of the hall and to their common rooms where they informed them of everything that was to happen while there.

Finally free of the other students, Draco leaves the dungeons and walks out to the quidditch pitch for a few practice laps, having not been able to fly when at home. Too dangerous after his father had been locked up. most of the other pure-blood families had stopped talking with the Malfoys, only those who were hidden supporters of Voldemort would even glance at them, maybe, if they were feeling safe, utter a greeting.


Harry welcomed the ten new Gryffindors with the rest, though kept his head down to hid who he was. The last thing he needed was for the new firsties to go on about him being the famous Harry Potter.

Shortly after the feast had started, he noticed Malfoy get up and leave. He just shrugged it off. What did he care if Malfoy, prat though he was, left so early from the feast? The food was delicious, though Harry wasn\'t as hungry as he should have been, eating almost nothing the entire summer.

Halfway through dessert Harry decided that he was bored of pretending to eat. He tood up to leave, muttering to Ron and Hermione he was done, before heading up to the Gryffindor Tower. Once inside, he unpacked his belongings. After that, there was nothing for him to do. That\'s when he caught sight of his Firebolt.

He pulled it over his shoulder, throwing the Invisibility cloak over himself. He liked to fly in privacy. He considered taking the Marauder\'s Map, but decided against it. It wasn\'t yet past curfew and it\'s not like many would be wondering the school anyways.

Once on the pitch, he saw someone in the sky, with light blond hair. Figures Malfoy would have to ruin this for him. But then he remembered that the Slytherin boy wouldn\'t be able to see him with his cloak on. He just had to make sure the cloak stayed on while he was flying, and there would be no worries. So with that he mounted, speeding off towards the sky.


After doing a few twirls and fancy flips that he had grown rusty on over the summer, he halts in the center of the pitch, thinking he saw something ot of the corner of his eye. Letting go of the broom handle, he lets his arms hang limply at his sides, merely gazing out across the dark grounds, past the bleachers.

Looking a tad forlorn, a soft smile twitches at the corner of his mouth and the Slytherin grasps the handle of his broom with one hand, diving towards the ground and landing easily. Waiting a moment for his legs to get used to holding his weight, he lays the broom across his shoulders and carries it to the broom storage and put it alongside the rest of his team\'s. All Nimbus 2001\'s.

With a short, yawn and pressing his forehead to the doors, he walks out, but not before leaning against the shed and staring up at the six hoops.

Something flashed up there again and his eyes narrow, his brows knitting together. He definitely saw it. \"Who\'s up there?\" He asks, a bit warily, not knowing wether or not he really wanted an answer.

Harry watched Malfoy go through his intricate looking intervals of Quidditch moves, shocked by the pale blonde\'s grace and elogance. He shook his head, focusing instead on his own flying.

He was weaving through the hoops when he noticed Malfoy stopped, staring in his direction. Harry cursed under his breath for being so careless with his cloak. He made sure it was covering himself, only moving after the Slytherin boy had resumed flying.

Not long after that Malfoy flew to the ground, dismounting from his broom and walking it over to the shed with the rest of the brooms. Thinking that the the pale boy was leaving then and there, Harry resumed his flying, until he heard Malfoy ask who was there. Yeah, like Harry was going to answer that. He flew down low to the ground, praying that the other boy would just forget him and leave.


He frowns, still gazing up at the sky, much after Harry had landed, showing that he had no clue whether is imagination was working up, or someone was really out there.

Frowning even more, eyes narrowed for anything that could be there, his hand grasping at his wand, he walks out of the pitch.

Getting the creeps wherever he went in the castle, he chose to go down to his dormitory in the even creepier dungeons and retire for the night. It\'ll be a long day tomarrow, dealing with schedules and whatnot.


Harry let out a sigh of relief when Malfoy walked out of the pitch, deciding that he had better turn in before it got too late.