The Truth Is Things Change

First off, I would like to say that I’m sorry that it has taken me so long to update my stories. I could say I’m busy, which is

true but for some reason I suddenly lost my desire to write. It was so weird because the ideas were still there but putting pen

to paper was just really hard. So that was my explanation. I want to thank everyone for being patient with me and I hope you still want to read this story.



Much love from Shiny-Chan





Harry jolted out of the dream he was having in a nervous sweat. He sat up in his bed and looked around for whatever had woken



him. Just as he was about to turn over and go back to sleep, he heard it again. Something was beating furiously at the



windowpane, wanting in. His roommates hadn’t woken, so harry strode over to the window and yanked it open, leaving the sodden



owl to tumble inside onto the floor. He picked it up and cast a drying spell on the poor bird before he looked at the rolled up



missive on its leg. Harry smirked.



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A week had passed since term had started and the tentative friendship Harry has formed with the Slytherin Trio had had time to



solidify into a quiet friendship. Harry had begun to take his meals at the Slytherin table rather than the Gryffindor table and



his relationship with Ron was pretty much nonexistent. The whole school was surprised when Hermione Granger began eating at the



Slytherin table as well. Naturally Ron had stopped speaking to her too. So that left Hermione Granger waiting impatiently for



Harry to descend from the boy’s dorm so they could have breakfast together with their new friends. Twenty minutes more has



passed after the time they had agreed to meet and Hermione decided to forgo wearing a hole in the floor in favor of seeing what



was taking him so long. Hermione climbed the spiral staircase up to the boy’s dorm and paused outside of Harry’s room,



preparing to knock. Harry’s voice wafted from inside the room and Hermione couldn’t help but push the door open to listen in.





“. . . and remember Dobby, this is very important so do exactly what I said okay?” Dobby nodded quickly and his bat like ears



flapped up and down in his enthusiasm. Tears began to well up in the baseball sized eyes.





“To think that the Great Harry Potter would bestow such an important task on the lowly Dobby! Dobby is truly honored sir! Dobby



would do anything for the Great Harry Potter!” Hermione opened the door even further and glared at Harry sternly. Harry noticed



and smiled sheepishly. He turned back to Dobby and gave him a tiny opaque bottle filled with a green substance and Dobby bowed to



the floor and disappeared with a crack.





“Harry you really shouldn’t use Dobby like that!” Harry shrugged and walked out the door, leaving her to follow behind him.





“Yes I know but he likes doing things for me, Mione.” The left Gryffindor tower and headed down to the Great Hall, narrowly



dodging one of the moving staircases.





“I guess so Harry, but what did you give him?” Harry smirked at her dubious expression.





“Oh nothing much,” he said breezily,” but you’ll see in a minute any way. We cannot miss breakfast!” Harry almost skipped into



the Great Hall and over to the Slytherin table. Hermione sat across from him facing the incredulous Slytherins.





“Harry,” Draco begun quietly,” what happened to put you in such a good mood this early in the morning?” Harry began to spoon



poached eggs onto his plate next to a slice of ham.





“You’ll see, Draco just look at the Gryffindor table in about five minutes.” Breakfast continued as normal, until all



conversation stopped in a noticeable silence. Heads turned in unison to the Gryffindor table where Ronald Weasley was wolfing



his breakfast down. A titter of laughter started at the Hufflepuff table and quickly escalated into a roar of laughter from



everyone in the hall. Ron’s clothes had melted away, leaving him in a pair of green boxers with snakes patterned on them. All



his exposed skin had turned green as well; clashing with his hair and making him look like a Christmas tree. Even more



humiliating was the stream of letters falling from his head like a flag spelling out the words, ‘I am a bigoted asshole and a



disloyal friend’. Hermione looked at Harry quizzically for a moment before joining in on the laughter. The chime rang for



classes to start and Harry looked forward to Snape’s reaction to Ron’s predicament.







Snape breezed into the dungeon, immaculate black robes swirling behind him. He strode to the front of the classroom and flicked



his wand to place instructions for the dreamless sleep potion on the blackboard. He faced the class with a scowl.





“Ten points to anyone who can tell me what is wrong with Mr. Weasley.” He sneered derisively. Ron looked around and blushed



angrily.





“There’s nothing wrong with me . . . sir.” Snape almost smirked.





“I think that will be 10 points for lying blatantly, and another 10 for blatant disregard for dress code. And I think detention



is in order for the distraction to my class.” Someone conjured a mirror in front of Ron.





“What the bloody fuck!” Snape had returned to his desk and begun mutilating essays with red ink. He didn’t even look up at Ron’s



outburst.





“Another detention Weasley.” Ron stood up and stalked from the classroom, humiliated. Whispers broke out in the relative



silence of the class, each discussing Ron’s predicament. Twenty minutes had passed and the class was well into the process of



potion making when Harry jolted. He was seated next to Hermione as usual and she had nudged him in the side.





“What!” He hissed quietly. Hermione bent her head closer to his.





“You did that didn’t you? Why Harry?” Harry crushed the lavender seeds viciously.





“I’m so fucking tired of that turncoat! If he wants to stop being friends over something this stupid then fuck him. He’s already



had his second chance. You can still be friends with him if you like but I’ll have nothing more to do with Ronald Weasley.”



Hermione sat quietly for a moment.





“Are you sure? I find him ignorant and a jackass to do this to a friend. I’ll give him another week and if he doesn’t apologize



to me then I will not be associating with him either.” Harry scooped the crushed seeds into the boiling cauldron and began to



dice the cucumber vine. Hermione stirred the cauldron twice before turning down the heat.





“What else do the directions say Mione?” She sighed and looked back at the board.





“After the stirring, we turn the fire to half heat and let sit for ten minutes before adding two ounces of diced cucumber vine.



Then stir counter –clockwise six times and let cool. Are you okay with dropping Ron as a friend, truly?” Harry nodded tersely and



leaned back in his chair, watching the potion slowly turn pink. Hermione sighed and dove in her bag for another piece of




parchment, leaving Harry to study Draco from across the room. He had remarkably left his hair ungelled, and it fell around his





face in golden waves he kept pushing behind his ear. The heat from the cauldron had brought a slight flush to his otherwise pale





face, set in focus on his potion. As Draco picked up the stirring rod, Harry noticed just how slender his wrists were. Draco





paused in his stirring and set the rod down before turning to Harry, a slight amount of amusement visible in his silver eyes.



Harry blushed and looked away sharply, startling Hermione.





“What’s wrong?” Harry shook his head at her and she shrugged before continuing her note taking. The bell rang, and Harry left as



fast as he possibly could for the Room of Requirement. He slammed the door behind him and allowed the panic running in his veins



an outlet. His blush grew deeper and his heart pounded around his ears.





“Shit on a stick,” he moaned,” Mione’s right!”