Our Choices Define Us

A/N: Thank you to all my reviewers and my awesome beta, badluck. You guys rock! Ahh! Only one more pre-written chapter after this O.O Soory to get this out so late, I kinda forgot. teehee

Chapter Six

Harry looked at Draco and sat down next to him. He took a deep breath. “Look, I know we haven’t exactly been on each other’s good side for the past five years. I think it’s time we put this childish rivalry behind us, especially now that we share a dorm.” Harry looked at Draco for any type of reaction.

Draco looked Harry over, as if deciding if Harry was worth making amends with. “Well, if you got into Slytherin and now that you’re not Dumbledore’s lap dog you can’t be so bad.”

Harry gave Draco a small smile and stuck out his hand. “Harry Potter,”

“Draco Malfoy,” Draco grabbed his hand and gave it a firm shake. Harry started laughing a little. “What’s so funny?” Draco appeared to have gone back to his nasty I-hate-Harry-Potter attitude. Draco believed that Harry was laughing at him.

“Nothing, it’s just if someone would have told me I was going to be making friends with Draco Malfoy four months ago, I would have hexed them into next year.”

Draco smirked and started the fire under their cauldron.

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The rest of the class passed in relative silence. Snape was going around the room, surveying everyone as they completed the final stage.

“What do you call this, Longbottom?” snarled Snape as he looked into Neville and Seamus’ cauldron. The potion actually looked pretty good, for once.

“Umm… a Blood Replenishing Potion, sir?” Seamus spoke up quietly and afraid. Gryffindors, as much as they hated Snape, were terrified of him and Seamus was no exception.

“You call this pile of rubbish a potion? Clean it up immediately; you both get a zero for today.” Snape sneered down at the silently furious Gryffindors. He was about to move on to the next cauldron when-

“How can you do that?!” Granger had jumped up from her seat and began to rant. “They had a perfectly good potion! You had absolutely no right to give them zeros, you biased pig! You al-”

“That is quite enough, Ms. Granger! Sit down and shut up.” Snape was pissed and had a furious blaze in his eyes. He visibly took a deep breath and calmed himself. It wouldn’t be very good if he hexed the little bitch into next week. “You will be serving detention with me for the next month for disrespecting a teacher and disrupting the class.” He began to walk to the next cauldron. “And one hundred points from Gryffindor.” He added as an afterthought.

“One hundred points and a month of detention for pointing out that you favor those slimy snakes and hate everyone else?!” it was now Weasley’s turn to have an outburst.

As Snape totally lost his cool and ripped into Weasley, Harry looked over at Emily. He caught her eye and raised an eyebrow. He knew that no matter how unfair Snape was, Weasley and Granger would never do what they just did. They would simply bitch and moan about it the second they walked out the door.

“Great idea, I know.” Emily smirked and mouthed. She turned back to Snape, who had returned to his desk after giving Weasley two months of detention and taking another hundred points. Both Granger and Weasley had looks of confusion and fury on their faces and Harry smirked.

This is only the beginning for you two. Harry thought nastily.

Harry began to pack up his things after taking up his and Draco’s potion to Snape. He quickly made his way over to Emily.

“Until we’re outside,” she murmured. They walked side by side out of the classroom.

As soon as they were out of Gryffindor earshot, “What did you do to them?”

“Oh, just a little spell I picked up.” Emily smirked at him.

“So you’re responsible for the little show in Potions today?” Draco had come up alongside them and had apparently caught the last bit of what Emily said.

“Yup, I was just telling Harry that it was just a spell that forces the person to speak their mind.”

“But why?” Draco looked at Harry and Emily.

“Wow… He really isn’t a bottle blonde.” Emily said, looking at Draco in sarcastic awe.

“That wasn’t very nice, Em.” Harry chastised playfully.

“Pssh, like I care.”

“Someone care to fill me in?” Draco did look a little lost.

“Well, I said that you weren’t a bottle blonde, which means you dyed or spelled your hair blonde, because you had what Americans call a ‘blonde moment’. I’m not sure what British people call it. I say this because back home, and maybe here I don’t know, blondes are stereotyped as stupid.” Emily said really fast, in one breath.

“Oh, I see,” Draco said. He still looked slightly puzzled, but neither Harry nor Emily felt like explaining it again.

They walked for a few minutes in silence until they reached the Grand Staircase.

“Where are you headed?” Draco asked.

“We’re both going to Arithmacy,” Harry answered.

“You’ve never been in my class.” Draco said, directing this question at Harry.

“We went to the Ministry and went to the place where the school people are, you know, the people that gave you your owls-” Emily began.

“O.W.L.s,” Harry interrupted.

“Whatever. Well, we told them that Harry wanted to change from Care of Magical Creatures and Divination to Arithmacy and Ancient Runes. They had him take a bunch of tests and he got in. So, yeah.” Emily finished as she pulled open the door to their classroom.

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After class, Emily dragged Draco and Harry out of the room and into the Great Hall.

“Why were you so eager to get here?” Draco asked as he took his seat. He wasn’t all too happy about his arm almost being pulled out of its socket.

“I am one hungry mofo,” Emily said with a large smile. She turned down to look at the food in front of her. “Definitely not,” She took her wand out and waved it over her plate. On her plate was two big slices of cheese pizza.

Harry looked at the pizza on Emily plate and then at the food on his. “Get me some of that shit.” Harry loved his pizza. Emily laughed and conjured some pizza for Harry. “Thanks,” Emily nodded.

“What is that?” Blaise, who had joined them a moment ago, asked.

“Pizza, duh.” Emily said. She reached under the table and grabbed her book bag. She took out her Arithmacy homework and began working.

Seeing that Emily was not going to clarify, Harry answered Blaise. “It’s a Muggle dish. It’s basically tomato sauce and melted cheese on a bread crust. Very tasty.”

“I don’t see how anything made by Muggles can be appetizing.” Draco sneered at the food.

Emily looked up from her work. “Oh, get over yourself, Draco. Just because they don’t have magic doesn’t mean they’re totally incompetent. I suggest you lose the superiority complex you have going. It’s rather annoying.” Draco was about to protest when Emily held up her hand. “I know you think that you’re superior to Muggles and Half-Bloods and that they shouldn’t be able to use magic.” At this Draco nodded, glad that she got the point. “But I have a question. What would eventually happen if only Purebloods married and had kids?”

“The magic race would be purged of dirty blood.” Draco smirked, thinking he had Emily in a corner. Theo and Pansy had joined them and were watching Draco and Emily with Blaise and Harry.

“Wrong! You all would die out because you’d end up screwing your sister. There aren’t that many Purebloods left and they’re already banging their second cousins. Half- and Muggle-borne are essential to the survival of magic. Now, I know it’s not cool that Muggle-borne come here, learn magic, and go back to the Muggle world. But the strong ones would be able to keep magical folk from getting weird deformities by having kids with their close relatives and keep magic strong. Do you know what I’m saying?” Emily finished. She took a bite out of her slice, waiting for Draco to reply.

“I am above Mudbloods in every way.” Draco said haughtily. He returned to his meal.

Emily rolled her eyes and mumbled to herself, “Well it’s not like I was expecting to get through to him this easy.”

“Draco’s right. Mudbloods shouldn’t be here. They taint us.” Pansy said, eagerly agreeing with Draco. Harry noticed that she was still the clingy, obsessed pug she was for the past five years.

Harry was relieved to hear the bell ring. He didn’t want a fight to break out between his friends.

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