Our Choices Define Us

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any other characters of the Potterverse. That right belongs to J.K. Rowling. No profit is being made through the submitting of this story. The song lyrics below are from the somg ‘Get Stoned’ by Hinder and are not mine.

Chapter Two

Harry heaved his trunk into the rack and plopped down on the seat below it. Emily sat down next to him.

“When do you think they’ll get here?” Emily asked as she looked out the window, seeing an empty platform.

“Well, there’s still about an hour until anyone gets here, so probably about that.” Harry snapped. He wasn’t very happy with Emily’s idea to come an hour early, just so they could sit in the Slytherins’ compartment, Emily thought that they should get to know their future housemates. That’s was Emily’s excuse what she really wanted was to see the guy that she thought Harry wanted to bang. Even though he’d told her a million times that he did not want to bang Malfoy.

“No need to snappy, I was merely asking,”

“Yeah, well I don’t really need to start my year off with a fight with the Slytherins. They will be pissed that we’re in their compartment and they will not just leave.”

“That’s the point, my dear. I think that you don’t want to do this because you will be in close proximity with your lover boy and you’ll have to contain yourself from pouncing on him for like a bajillion hours,” Emily smiled, knowing she was pissing him off. Harry glared at her and turned his attention to the window. “Aww, come on Har, you know I’m just teasing you!”

“Well, it’s kind of getting annoying!” Harry gave Emily a piercing glare. Emily knew she went too far with the teasing.

“Sorry, Harry,” she apologized with her eyes downcast. Harry knew she was serious about it too, she used his full name.

“We’re going be in here for about an hour, what do you want to do?” Harry looked around the compartment with distain. He really wasn’t looking forward to the train ride, what with the Slytherins.

“Umm…” Emily thought for a moment. “Monopoly!” a huge smile appeared on he face and she began swaying back and forth with her hands clasped in front of her.

“Monopoly?” Harry raised an eyebrow.

“Come on, it takes like forever to finish.”

“No, let’s think of something else.” Harry was sick of Monopoly. Emily made him and their friends play it about three times in a row after she had found it in their friend’s attic.

“Uhh, fine,” Emily stopped rocking and started to think of stuff they could possibly do in their compartment

After a minute Harry thought of something. “Cards?”

“Oh my god, why didn’t we think of that like right away?!” Emily jumped up from her seat and went to look through her bag. She pulled out a deck of cards and threw it at Harry. She returned to her search with two big bags of Skittles. Harry gave her a questioning look. “To bet with,”

“Oh,” Harry said feeling slightly stupid. Emily usually insisted on using something different than the actual money when everyone got together for poker night.

“We won’t pay, since it’s just us,” Emily sat down and handed Harry a bag.

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About an hour later, they had stopped playing cards and Emily had eaten almost her entire bag of Skittles.

“What do you want to do now?” Harry asked. He was lying next to Emily on the floor of their compartment, staring at the ceiling.

“This is why I hate long train, car, and plane trips; you get bored like an hour in.”

“It was your idea to come early,” Harry rubbed it in.

“Shut up, tubby,” Emily glared at him without any real bite.

“Well, since it was your genius that got us here an hour early, think of something to do.” Harry said as he got up and stood by the window.

Harry looked out at the families that were hugging and saying their goodbyes. He felt a pang in his heart. It was times like these that he wished he had never found out the truth about the Weasley’s. They were the closet thing he had ever had to a family. He started to think of some of the good times with the Weasley’s, but they were soon shoved away.

The only reason that you have those memories is because Dumbledore told them to be his “family”. To them you are nothing more than a way to get noticed and a way to please Dumbledore. You mean NOTHING to them! He told himself. He had been telling himself that since he found out, but no matter how many times he told himself, it still hurt.

“Yo, Har!” Emily shouted.

Harry jumped out of his trance. “Why did you yell?”

“I’ve been calling your name for like five minutes. You kinda spaced on me, buddy. Well, anyways, I found something to do.” She held up a small plastic bag and a bowl.

Harry chuckled. “Is this what always you do when you’re bored?”

“No, I often play strip poker, but since it’s just us and then there’s that whole gay thing, I don’t think it’d be as fun. Unless, of course, you want to be half naked when lover boy comes in here, then it can be totally arranged.” Emily smiled at him with an “innocent” expression.

Harry rolled his eyes. He resumed his seat next to Emily and he watched as she took the weed out of the baggie and packed the bowl. She sparked it and passed it to him.

That was also something that had changed this summer; he began smoking weed and cigarettes. He hit the bowl and passed it back to Emily.

“Are you sure this is a good idea? What if we get caught?” Harry said. He had always been really paranoid.

“Oh, shut up! Who the fuck is here to bust us?” Emily said through filled lungs.

“I know, but still.” Harry said as he took the bowl back.

“Well, please keep the paranoia to yourself because you will kill my high.” Harry offered the bowl and she took it.

“You’re right, now pass that,” Harry said and took the bowl from Emily.

“Who said I was done with that?” Emily said as she crossed her arms and scowled at him playfully.

“Me,” he said haughtily.

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About twenty minutes later Harry and Emily were still smoking and were stoned out of their minds.

“You know what song I have stuck in my head?” Emily said out of nowhere.

“No, I don’t,” Harry replied matter-of-factly. He took another hit.

“I was gonna clean my room, but then I got high,” Emily sang as she looked up at the ceiling.

“Interesting, it’s cashed,” Harry said as he waved his wand and cleaned out the weed in the bowl. He reached over to hand Emily the bowl.

“Gracias,” Emily said and tossed the bowl on her seat. “Jeebas, I wish they’d get here!”

“Do you think it was a good idea to get stoned before they got here?” Harry wondered aloud.

“Probably not,” Emily answered serenely. “You know what I have stuck in my head now?”

“What, Em?” Harry asked, not particularly caring.

“Get Stoned,”

“Oh, I love that song!

Just hear me out” Harry began singly very loudly. Emily shrugged her shoulders and joined him.
“If it's not perfect I'll perfect it till my heart explodes
I highly doubt
I can make it through another of your episodes
Lashing out
One of the petty moves you pull before you lose control
You wear me out
But it's all right now
Lets go home and get stoned
We could end up makin love instead of misery
Go home and get stoned
Cause the sex is so much better when you're mad at me-”

They were interrupted by a loud voice, “Shut up!”

Harry and Emily’s attention was turned to the doorway. Standing there was, as Harry knew, but Emily didn’t, Draco Malfoy. Behind him were Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, and Theodore Nott.

“Excuse you! You just rudely interrupted perfectly beautiful singing!” Emily burst out. She glared at Draco like he had committed a heinous crime.

Draco scoffed. “More like a band of banshees,”

“You’re just jealous of our awesome singing talent. But, anyway, what was so important to interrupt us?” Emily raised an eyebrow.

“You’re in our compartment,” Draco said as if it was the most obvious thing.

“Well, if you expect us to move, thing again you tow-head. We were here first, but you are welcome to join us. Emily stood up and walked over to her seat. She picked up the bowl, put it away, and sat down.

Harry just sat there watching Emily’s tactics. He was surprised no one had noticed him yet. Not that he was complaining, he was in a non-confrontational mood.

“Who are you; I haven’t seen either of you before?” Blaise spoke up. He moved next to Draco.

“I’m Emily, transfer student from America, and you know him.” She said and gestured to Harry, who was still on the floor. He got up and returned to his previous seat, across from Emily.

“No, I never-” Blaise began.

“Are you going to stand in the doorway all day, or are you going to sit down?” Emily interrupted.

Draco looked and Blaise who shrugged. They fully came into the compartment, put their things in the racks, and each took a seat.

Harry wondered why they were willing to share their compartment. Curiosity, he figured. He honestly didn’t care, as long as they didn’t start a fight. Harry was too mellow to get into a row with the Slytherins.

“So, who are you?” Draco directed this question at Harry.

“You shall find out in due time.” Harry smirked. He and Emily had come up with a plan. He was not going to say who he was until he was revealed at the Sorting. They figured that the Slytherins might not care as much that he was Harry Potter if they got know him first. Emily had also covered his scar with a concealing charm.

“Don’t worry; your curiosity will be sated once we get to school. So, far starters, what are your names.” Emily jumped tight into it. She was anxious to see which one Draco was, although she had an idea.

“I am Draco Malfoy,” Draco began. “This is Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, and Theodore Nott.” He pointed to each person respectively.

Emily sent a little glance at Harry. He knew that look. It was the oh-my-fucking-god-what-a-sexy-beast look. Harry just chuckled and shook his head.

“But what I want to know is who he is!” Pansy whined in a high pitched voice.

Emily visibly flinched. She quickly recovered. “I told you, Pansy that you will find out at school. What his name is really has no importance right now.” Emily gritted her teeth. She really couldn’t stand ‘bubblegum girls’, she called them. Bubblegum girls were air-headed, self-obsessed, giggly girls.

Draco was about to say something when the compartment door was thrown open, in the doorway stood Ron and Hermione.

“Did any of you see Pott-” Ron began, but stopped when he saw who was in the compartment. “Come on, Hermione, he may be stupid, but he’d never hang out with-” Ron again stopped mid-sentence. This time it was because of the wand being pointed at him, between his eyes.

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