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Underneath His Skin	By : LoveAndHeartbreak Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 9632 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Underneath His Skin”

Chapter 5

Quick Reader’s Note: Symbols like: *^*^*^* = means the point-of-view changes, and ---*^*^*--- = means the point of view changes, with a slight time change as well (like a few minutes, or so, beforehand)

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Harry found himself alone in a corridor. The afternoon sun was out, and the yellow light covered the walls around him as he stood in the dead center of the stone hallway. He could hear the soft winds pass through the trees that sat near the open windows. Distant chatter came from the field outside and the toll of the large clock rang for the afternoon hour. Harry looked straight ahead into the dark, connecting corridor, and silence surrounded him. The winds stopped blowing, and the normal sound of random chatter died down as well. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up and he waited for something, anything, to happen…

“Harry,”

He heard someone echo out his name from behind, so he turned swiftly around and saw someone walking into another corridor. Harry only noticed the swift blonde hair and the long, black cloak, but he had a strong sense that it was Draco.

“Draco?” Harry asked as he ran down the hallway.

“Harry,” The voice echoed again.

Harry quickened his pace and when he turned down the same corridor as Draco, he saw the Slytherin blonde standing nearly halfway down the dim hallway, looking directly at him. Harry’s heart lit up as he stared at the blonde, and he couldn’t help but smile after seeing him. Draco, however, remained expressionless as he stood still, letting the calm wind blow through his light hair and his long, dark cloak.

“Draco?”

Harry took a step forward, and that’s when Draco did the same. Harry’s heart began to race as he continued walking forward, watching as Draco was now following his lead towards him.

“Draco!”

Harry broke out into a run.

“DRACO!”

Harry was elated as he ran quicker to his interest, and as soon as he was able to make contact with Draco, he found himself running directly into a mirror. Thousands of glass scattered about him and throughout the corridor as Harry fell back onto the stoned floor. He slowly recovered himself and looked down at the glass shard below him, which revealed silver eyes looking back at him. Harry carefully picked the glass up and looked into the shard.

‘Draco?’

He could see Draco’s face staring back at him.

“No,”

Harry quickly looked at all of the other pieces on the ground and his fear grew even bigger.

“No!” He shouted.

He stood up and looked around himself; each glass shard revealed himself as Draco. Harry started to feel dizzy as he continued to look around in distraught, until he swiftly turned around and saw himself standing before him. Harry gasped and studied his image; the short brunette hair, the height barley matching his own, the signature glasses and those Gryffindor robes set perfectly against his shoulders. Harry gazed into his own green eyes and saw the same demeanor that Draco usually possessed.

“D-Draco?” Harry carefully asked.

Harry’s reflective image smirked and slowly turned around.

“Draco, hey Draco!”

Harry tried to run after him, but an invisible wall of some kind stopped him short. He started to bang against the barrier, and after failing to find a way out; he was now stuck watching Draco leave him behind. Harry started to grow anxious as he cried out to Draco, but it seemed like Draco couldn’t hear him as he slowly turned the corner. That’s when the corridor started to get blurry, and the world around him seemed to glow brighter and brighter. Harry had to shield the light before him, and that’s when he awoke in his bed, with the sunlight streaming down on his face. He quickly sat up and started to breathe rapidly as he took in the image of his room.

It was just a dream… just a dream.

Harry rubbed his eyes and just lied back down in silence for several minutes. He stared at the painted ceiling, curious to now know the time. The fancy font of numbers revealed itself on the ceiling – 7:30am. Harry groaned and sat back up. He thought about going back to sleep, but his mind and body were too alert now for that to happen. So he slowly got up and went to take a shower…

“Here you go, Neville,” Luna announced as she handed Neville a cup of orange juice.

Neville greedily gulped the content down, as if he was deprived of liquids for days beforehand. Ginny looked up from her folded hands and frowned at the display.

“You sure you’re okay, Neville? You’ve already drunken 5 cups of orange juice,”

“He’s feeling the after effects of the potion from yesterday,” Hermione explained, as she emerged from the tight crowd.

“The Indifference Potion can drain one’s system of fluid while they sleep it off. Wow, you’re here pretty early, is everything okay?” Hermione asked Luna.

“Well, some of my housemates stole my blankets earlier. I couldn’t make out who it was cause they ran out pretty quickly, and it was dark, so I got ready and just thought I’d drop by and see how Harry was holding up,” Luna stated.

“Honestly… Heartless wenches these days,” Ginny sighed at Luna’s story.

“Want us to help you get them back?” Neville finally put the cup down.

“No, it’s fine. They always put it on the common room couch next to the Ravenclaw symbol. It’s okay Neville, here,”

Luna handed Neville another cup of orange juice, who gratefully took it without hesitation. Hermione frowned as she scanned the crowded room; everyone was practically shoving against each other, trying to make space that they obviously did not have. Ron’s red hair finally emerged as he squeezed through the crowd, making his way to the common room table. Ginny had to set her bag aside as Ron struggled out of the crowd, and plopped into the empty chair next to her.

“Blimey! What the bloody hell is going on here?!” The redhead asked, flustered from his struggle.

“Harry,” Ginny replied.

“Harry?! What’s wrong? Is he okay? Where is he?!” Ron started to glance around the room.

“Calm down, he’s still in his room,” Hermione said.

“Oh… so why is everyone here?” Ron repeated.

Ginny rolled her eyes,

“They’re waiting to see Harry. Apparently, most of them don’t believe about last night’s event, so they’re waiting here to see if it’s true,”

Ron’s eyes grew wide,

“Harry is not going to like this,” He slowly stated.

“True. But I’m afraid we can’t help that,” Hermione shrugged.

“Unless we chase everyone away,” Ginny suggested.

“You tried that already, but no one would listen,” Luna pointed out, handing Neville another cup of juice.

“True… but I bet they’d listen to ALL of us! We are Harry’s friends after all, they should consider Harry’s privacy,” Ginny was starting to grow anxious.

“Ginny, Harry never really had privacy. His whole life was portrayed as a celebrity since he was an infant. I highly doubt that this situation here is any different,” Hermione finished as she rested her chin in the palm of her hand.

“It’s too bad no one recorded the incident, so we could just show everyone once and that’ll be the end of it,” Ron complained.

“Yes. That would be very convenient,” Luna drawled out.

“Well, I for one, am not going to let Harry walk through this crowd all by himself. I’m going to check on him,”

Ron stood up from the table, followed by the rest the gang. The crowd grew louder as the group squeezed their way through the crowd, and started up the boy’s staircase.

“Are you bringing him down here?!”

“Does he really look like Malfoy?”

“Will he be sitting at the Gryffindor table with us?!”

Everyone began asking questions at the same time, and Ginny was growing even more agitated.

“You know what? You all can just-“

Before Ginny could finish, Hermione stepped in front of her to gain the crowds’ attention.

“Yes, Harry had turned into Malfoy, but it was an accident, nothing more. I suggest you all go to the Great Hall now. You will all get a chance to see him later, so respect our friend's privacy and go on now,” Hermione swiftly turned away and led everyone up the staircase.

The crowd broke out into murmurs and the sound of dragging feet could be heard throughout the tower. Hermione stopped next to Harry’s door, and gestured Ron to knock first.

“I think he’d feel more at ease when he sees you first,” She quickly explained.

“What… what if he’s still asleep?”

“Then we’ll leave, but for now, knock,”

Ron lowered his brows.

“Maybe I should go in alone,” He suggested.

“What for?” Ginny inquired.

“Well, cause I don’t want him to get freaked out about a big crowd standing in front of him like this,”

“That’s why I wanted you to knock first,” Hermione stated.

“I know that! But I think I should go in alone and talk to him first,”

“So we’re just a crowd now, huh? Harry would understand that we are only trying to-“

“Okay, Ron. Go ahead,” Hermione let out, cutting off Ginny’s concerned words.

“Really?” Ron and Ginny both asked.

“I think Harry will be more comfortable this way. Don’t worry Ginny, you can still see him when Ron brings him out,” Hermione teased, causing Ginny to slightly blush.

Ron shook his head and turned to Harry’s door, taking a deep breath and raising his fist up to knock…

After getting dressed, Harry looked into the semi-fogged mirror and his eyes rested on silver. The cold, yet mystic orbs had his heart pounding, but he tried his hardest to ignore it, not wanting to run from his own reflection like he usually did with Draco.

“You always did this to me,” Harry murmured, glancing between each eye, “You always hexed me with these eyes. I wonder if you ever knew that?”

He quickly switched his attention to his neck and shoulders, which were as masculine and broad beneath the robes as he had remembered them to be. He focused back on his eyes, and again, his heart started to pound. He found this amusing and a bit confusing at the same time.

Why me? No, why you… or us, even? Why, of all people, did I wake up as you?

Harry had to divert his attention to a random object within the room in order to calm his speeding heart down.

Even after turning into you, I still go crazy over you… Do you know how… weird that is?! I can’t even glance at myself without checking myself out!

Harry chuckled at his own thoughts.

The one guy… the one guy I happen to be fond of, is the one guy I wake up as… I swear, fate is having a field day right now!

Just then, someone knocked on his door. Harry quickly shook off his distraction from the mirror and went to answer it.

“Hey, Harry,” Ron shyly greeted.

Harry smiled and stepped aside to let him in. After Ron sauntered inside the room, Ginny emerged from behind the doorway and hurriedly ran inside.

“Morning Harry!”

The blonde jumped back from the girl’s sudden intrusion.

“Good morning, Harry,” Luna said, walking in behind Ginny.

“Hi, Harry,” Both, Hermione and Neville greeted as they walked inside.

After Harry was finally able to close the door, turned to his intruders; Ron, Ginny and Luna were making themselves comfortable on his bed, while Hermione pulled out her wand, and with a few quick words, two red couches appeared sitting against the wall. She replaced her wand and rushed over to one of the couches, followed by Neville. Luna and Ginny calmly removed themselves from the bed and settled down onto the couch across from Hermione and Neville. Ron kept himself comfortably stationed on Harry’s bed.

“Um… good morning? I guess,” Harry said, glancing at everyone.

“Sorry for the intrusion,” Hermione began.

“I’d say,” Ron muffled through his hands that were covering his face.

Hermione rolled her eyes, but continued speaking.

“We just wanted to see if you were okay,”

“For Gods’ sake Hermione, I could’ve told you that if you didn’t go back on our agreement!”

“I’m sorry, Ron, but we just wanted to see for ourselves,”

Harry sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.

“I’m okay, guys. Really, I am,” He calmly answered.

“Well that’s good. Although, to be honest, I’m surprised that you’re not having a fit right now about being in Malfoy’s body,” Neville pointed out.

Ron quickly sat up and glanced at Neville.

“Yeah, you’re right, Neville. I mean, if I were in Malfoy’s body, I’d have a complete meltdown and probably end up at St. Mungo’s or something,” he teased.

Harry looked about the curious faces as he gathered his statement.

“Well, I guess I should be freaking out… but I think that’s what Malfoy expects, and I don’t want Malfoy to think that he had won against me, or anything like that,”

“True. But, honestly Harry, you’ve always tried to deal with situations as calmly as you possibly can,” Hermione added.

“I know, but you should also realize that I have the ability to get through these troubling times too. I… I just don’t want anyone to worry about me when it comes to my troubles anymore,” Harry absently replied.

“But Harry-“

“I’m fine,” The blonde grunted, leaning his back against the door.

His friends looked at each other, and after a brief moment of silence, Ron cleared his throat.

“I never thought I’d see the day when Malfoy would wear Gryffindor robes,”

Everyone looked at Harry and started to laugh, noticing the once ‘Slytherin image of Draco’ wearing the Scarlet Gryffindor clothes. Harry smiled widely and went to the mirror on the dresser. At first, he was stunned at the new image,

How did I not notice this before?

He felt butterflies fill up in his stomach again; seeing how attractive Draco looked as a Gryffindor… of course, he couldn’t say that out loud, so he played it off by laughing and turning to his friends.

“Well, I’m sure this is going to piss the prat off,” He stated.

Ron laughed and stood up from the bed, He randomly glanced at the dresser and noticed a small green book.

“Hey, what’s that?” Ron pointed to the object.

Harry turned to the book and grinned.

“It’s Malfoy’s Mind Journal,” He explained while handing it to Ron, “I guess we switched journals since we accidently switched bodies,”

“WOAH! Let’s read it! Did you open it? Lets open it!” Ron was practically jumping in place.

Harry smiled and shook his head,

“I tried that, but it won’t open,”

“Well of course!” Hermione shouted.

Everyone looked at her with troubled expressions.

“Mind Journals are connected to the mind and soul of the possessors. So even though Harry’s journal isn’t around him, he can still store his thoughts into it, and no one else can open it but him. The same goes for Malfoy,” She observed, walking up to Ron to get a better look at the small book.

“I didn’t know that,” Ron admitted.

“I know. Mind Journals are meant to be private, even after death,”

Everyone shared an amused look after Hermione’s statement. Ron placed the book back onto the dresser and decided to change the subject.

“C’mon, we should get to breakfast; I wanna see the look on Malfoy’s face when he sees you, Harry,”

Everyone chuckled while standing up from their seats.

“This is either going to be very funny, or very scary,” Neville admitted, walking to the door.

“Why scary?” Luna asked.

“Malfoy and anger is not a good combination,” He answered.

“That’s what makes it so fun!” Ron exclaimed, opening the door.

“You boys are always up to something,” Hermione brushed past Ron as she exited the door.

“I wouldn’t be talking, Miss ‘I breached the Restricted Section’,” Ron joked.

Harry was taking one last glance at himself, when Ginny’s reflection appeared beside him.

“You look great, Harry,” She said.

Harry could feel a blush forming in his cheeks, but before Ginny could actually see it, Ron cleared his throat, much louder than before, and Ginny swiftly turned away and walked out of the room. Ron watched his younger sister leave, and then turned to the mildly flushed blonde.

“You coming, Harry?” He sounded near agitated.

“Yeah... of course,”

After regaining his composure, Harry finally left the room.

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“Bloody Hell!”

Draco tossed the gel aside. Blaise watched the container slide across the room as he sat contently next to the open window. The enraged brunette stared intently at his reflection, eyeing his dark hair that continued to stand up in the back. Draco snatched his comb and began to stroke through his thick hair again, which was hardening because of the gel.

“Still standing?” Blaise asked.

“What the bloody hell do you think?!” Draco tossed his comb aside, which also skidded across the floor.

Again, Blaise watched the object go by.

“Now it’s just spiky. I look like one of them ‘punk rocker’ guys who hang out in the dark alleys at night,”

Blaise arched an eyebrow at his friend’s statement.

“You know where they hangout at?”

Draco gave him an irritated stare.

“Of course I know! It’s all over the damn papers in London. I often go there with my father for his business meetings during the summer. And the main topic on that damn newspaper is always how bloody awesome the concert was… and how the audience is ALWAYS in the back alley, waiting to sneak in the building to see the damn band. That’s how I know what they look like, and where they hang out at,” He thoroughly explained.

Blaise nodded and glanced out the window again. Draco snorted and turned back to the mirror. He switched his attention to his robes, which were a bit ruffled because of the previous struggle with his hair. He smiled and straightened out his clothes, taking in the handsome features of Harry Potter dressed as a Slytherin. Blaise kept his attention out of the open window, watching contently as the mass of students wondered through the open courtyard. Draco eyed him from the mirror, as he adjusted his cloak.

“How do I look?” Malfoy asked, stepping back from the mirror.

Blaise turned around and overlooked the brunette’s features.

“You mean: As Harry Potter dressed as a Slytherin, or, just in general?” Blaise asked.

Draco turned to his friend and arched an eyebrow.

“Which ever is easier to answer,”

“I guess you look alrite… in both ways,” Blaise admitted.

Draco smiled and turned back around, making contact with his bright emerald eyes.

“Of course. Well, I think the Slytherin robes help bring out my eyes, something that Harry missed out on,”

Blaise chuckled.

“You almost sound like you bloody care,”

Draco’s smile quickly disappeared as he turned back to his friend.

“I DON’T! I’m just stating the obvious,”

Draco then used magic to retrieve his comb and he started to stroke his dark hair down to the side. Blaise shook his head and glanced back out of the window. After a few moments of combing his hair, Draco sighed and tossed the comb back onto the dresser. Blaise turned to the enraged brunette, who was trying to keep his hair down by flattening it with his hands… but that attempt failed as well.

“Harry’s hair was always a bloody mess! I guess me being in his body is no exception,”

Blaise scoffed and decided to change the subject.

“Are you still going to write to your father?” he asked.

Draco turned his body to the right, still glancing at his reflection.

“No. I think I can try and handle this myself. If anything does get out of hand, I’ll notify him immediately,”

Blaise nodded.

“Besides,” Draco twirled around, “I’m trying to become more independent, remember?”

Blaise smirked and stood up from his seat.

“Just wondering,”

After sitting down at his desk, Draco began to gather his materials.

“That always seems to get the better of you,” The brunette pointed out.

After a few moments of silence, both boys could hear Pansy shout from downstairs.

“Draco! Draco, come here!”

Draco rolled his eyes in frustration,

“Bloody hell! I told her NOT to bother me!” He exclaimed.

Blaise had to quicken his pace as he followed Draco to the door. After yanking the door open, both boys were met by the awaiting Crabbe and Goyle.

“What’s going on?!” Malfoy shouted.

Crabbe and Goyle quickly shrugged, their eyes flickering between each other and the enraged brunette, not knowing what to say.

“Yeah you wouldn’t know. C’mon!”

Draco paced down the staircase and was immediately met by the nervous Pansy.

“Draco, you got this letter that says-“

Draco snatched the letter from her hands and glanced around the common room. Everyone but Pansy turned away and went back to their conversations. Blaise stood next to Malfoy and eyed the letter.

“It’s from your father,” He stated.

“Oh really? Would you like to interpret the rest of the letter out loud for the whole lot to hear?” Draco sneered.

After reading the to himself letter, he smirked and folded it back up.

“I think this is going to be an interesting week,” He declared as he put the letter into his pocket.

“So… you don’t think its bad news?” Pansy asked.

“Why would it be? It’s just a letter about him going out of the country for bus- wait, what did I say about retrieving my letters?!”

Pansy jumped back.

“I’m sorry, I just didn’t want anyone else to get a hold of it,” She quickly explained.

Draco just glared at her as she carefully backed away. He then snorted and straightened out his robes again.

“Never mind. You never listened to me anyway. Now let’s go, I’m hungry,” Draco demanded.

Everyone had to quickly step aside as Draco walked to the door, making a trail for him to walk through. When the gang entered the Main Corridor, everyone around them gasped and some girls even giggled at his presence. Draco ignored everyone’s surprised glances as he quickly made his way to the Great Hall.

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After taking a few steps down the boy’s staircase, Hermione pulled Harry aside.

“Harry, we forgot to mention that there is a huge crowd waiting for you downstairs.” She quickly explained.

Harry groaned as he ran his hand through his hair.

“It’s okay, Harry. We’re here for you,” Ron assured him.

“That’s not good enough! Maybe I should stay in my room today,”

“Don’t be crazy! You can do this, Harry. It’s not the first time you had to get through a curious crowd,” Neville pointed out.

“Yeah, but I wanted the first time to be my last! Damn it, why can’t they just leave me alone!?” Harry kicked the stone wall.

“I agree with you, but what alternative do you have? You just want to lock yourself away from the rest of the world until you’re lying in your death bed?!” Ginny asked.

“Yes,” Harry immediately grinned at the idea.

“Don’t do that, you look just like…” Ron decided not to finish the sentence, knowing full well how dumb it would sound.

“Like Malfoy,” Harry finished for him, “Well, I AM in his body… so it only makes sense that I can bloody grin like him!” The blonde shouted.

“Stop it! This is isn’t getting anywhere,” Hermione cut in, “Harry, settle down. Ron, please think before you speak,”

Ron looked offended.

“What the hell is that supposed to-“

“I’m going to my room. See you all later!” Harry tried to slink away from his friends.

“I don’t think so. C’mon you,” Hermione quickly grabbed Harry by his wrist and led him down the staircase.

After the group of friends emerged from the corner, the Common Room went from loud conversations, to silence. Harry stopped before reaching the bottom step, and glanced around the gawking faces.

“Merlin hell, it’s true!”

“Is it really him?”

“It can’t be him!”

“So is he a Slytherin, or a Gryffindor?”

The room was filled with murmurs, much to Harry’s discomfort. He slowly began to turn around, wanting to run back to his room and hide away from view, but Hermione and Ron seized him by his shoulders and started to lead him to the door. Harry didn’t dare look directly at anyone; he kept his head down as he passed by the shocked onlookers. The whispers grew louder as he quietly trailed himself through the thick crowd. After a minute of whispering torture, Harry and his friends finally made it out of the room.

“You okay, Harry?” Ginny asked.

“I think so,” The blonde replied.

Harry continued to receive confused and disgusted looks as he and his friends walked down the switching staircase and to the entrance of the Great Hall. When they entered the large dinning hall, Harry scanned the room and the gawking only intensified his frustration. Hermione saw Harry’s fists tightened.

“Harry,” she whispered.

Harry quickly stepped back and dashed behind the entranceway. His friends followed and they found him leaning against the old, stoned wall.

“I can’t go in there,” He uttered.

“Harry, it’s okay,” Hermione reached for his arm, but the angry blonde yanked away from her.

“No! No one wants me here. They think I’m a freak!”

Ron pulled Harry aside.

“Look, mate. No one here thinks that. Half the school knows about you and Malfoy’s situation, and I assure you that they won’t do anything you,”

“I can’t go in there!” Harry tried to keep his voice low.

“Just ignore everyone,” Ginny suggested.

“YOU try ignoring everyone! I can hear what they’re saying as they pass by. Not only that, their faces… They can’t stand to look at me!”

“Harry, settle down!” Ginny exclaimed.

Harry looked at her through his thin hair that settled in front of his eye.

“We promise not to let anything happen to you. Now, I think we should go in there and blend in with the crowd, before Malfoy shows up,” The redhead girl suggested.

“Wasn’t that part of the plan? Letting Malfoy see how he looks as a Gryffindor?” Ron asked with a slight chuckle.

“Not now Ron, can’t you see how distraught Harry is right now?!” Hermione pointed out.

“Harry,” Luna stepped forward.

Harry looked at the blonde girl slowly approaching him.

“Come on, we’ll show you that nothing will happen to you…” Luna reached her hand, “You know you can trust us,”

Harry looked at her hand, and for some reason, he felt calm and rejuvenated as he trailed his silver eyes from her small hand up to her gentle, yet mysterious face. He wasn’t sure if anyone noticed his sudden interest there, but after taking a few deep breathes and regaining his composure, Harry took Luna’s soft hand.

“POTTER!”

Harry and his friends quickly turned around and saw Malfoy walking towards them. Harry felt his heart skip a beat as he saw Draco’s mischievous face, which was different from how he usually felt whenever he saw the Slytherin, but he tried his best to ignore the new sensation. Harry also noticed something a bit different from his usual image; no glasses, and he wore the black and green Slytherin robes. Harry couldn’t help but feel bothered by his new image, but at the same time, he liked how different he seemed to hold himself.

‘Wow. So this how I would look as a Slytherin.’

Ron slowly turned to Harry, looking rather amused.

“Here we go,” He whispered.

When Malfoy finally reached them, he looked Harry over and then glared at him in disgust.

“You having fun here, Potter?” He asked with in stern tone, “By making me wear your cheap Gryffindor robes?”

Harry felt cornered as he tried to think of something to say, but then Ron stepped forward with a wide grin on his face.

“I think he looks great. Much better than when you wore those ridiculous Slytherin robes,” The redhead mocked.

Draco was now glaring dangerously at Ron, until Harry stepped in front of Ron.

“I said it before, and I’ll say it again, I’m still Harry Potter, and so I can still-“

“Yeah yeah, I know,” Malfoy interrupted as he began digging into his pants pocket, “However, I have something that you may find interesting.”

Harry eyed the emerging object, and he saw that it was his Mind Journal. His silver eyes got wide and he tried to reach for it.

“My Mind Journal!” Harry let out.

Draco quickly snatched it away and smiled at the boy’s bewilderment.

“Not so fast, Potter,”

Harry eyed him angrily, but he remained silent as Draco continued.

“How about we make a small deal? I’ll give you your precious journal back, if you sit at the Slytherin table,”

Harry’s friends stepped forward and began to protest that deal.

“That’s preposterous! Harry shouldn’t have to sit at the Slytherin table!” Hermione rang out first.

“Yeah, that’s like having you sit at the Gryffindor table, would you like that?!” Ron let out.

Draco rolled his green eyes and reminded the lot that he was talking to Harry, not them.

“So what do you say, Potter?”

Harry continued to glare at him, and after careful consideration, he decided to give his answer.

“No,”

Draco’s jaw tensed at the boy’s rejection, but then he tried a different tactic.

“No? Well, then, how about you change from that dratted Gryffindor outfit into the Slytherin robes, then I’ll be more than happy to give you back your journal. How does that sound?”

Harry snorted before giving him the same answer.

“No,”

Draco’s smirk swiftly disappeared and then he stepped even closer to Harry. Green eyes met silver, and each pair had a strong sense of tension between them.

“What was that Potter?”

Harry started to feel nervous being so close to Malfoy like this, but he fought his inner senses to try and remain still.

“I said, n-,”

“YOU FORGET YOUR PLACE, POTTER!”

Harry and his friend immediately stepped back from the enraged brunette.

“You are in MY body, remember!? Now, you either do one of those offers, OR I keep this item until you do,”

Draco pocketed the small book and attempted to walk into the Great Hall.

“Why don’t we just switch journals?! It makes much more sense that way!” The blonde argued.

Malfoy swiftly turned back around and studied Harry’s desperate face. Draco scoffed and glanced at his friends for some support, and they all chuckled at Harry and his group.

“Now what’s the fun in that, Potter?” Draco asked with a wide grin, before turning back around to walk to his table.

Harry suddenly felt a sense of understanding after Draco had said that, but then he shook the feeling away.

‘What the hell? Did I just mentally agree with him?!’

Harry sighed and glanced at his friends.

“C’mon,” he drawled.

He led his friends into the Great Hall. Everyone at the Gryffindor table looked at Harry and his following friends, but then they quickly turned away. Harry smiled at them and continued to lead his friends to their seats. As they approached the bench, a few students scooted several inches away from him. Harry started to feel uncomfortable and he hesitated to take a seat.

“It’s okay, Harry,” Luna assured him.

Harry glanced at her and let out a weak smile. He finally sat down and automatically looked toward the Slytherin table. He watched as his reflective image gathered himself some pancakes.

“Harry, you should eat something,” Ginny encouraged.

Harry shook his attention away from Draco and eyed his empty plate.

“I know,” He admitted.

He started to reach for the toast, but before he could even touch the hard bread, he felt a very strong craving for something else… something fresh… He hurriedly scanned the food selections until he found what he was craving for… fresh green grapes. His eyes went wide and he anxiously reached for them, greedily taking handfuls of it. After getting the amount he found fair, he felt another crave for something else…

What the hell is going on wi- there it is!

Harry reached for an orange, a pear, and a batch of fresh strawberries without giving it a second thought. After settling down and biting into a strawberry, he noticed that everyone, except for his friends, was staring at him with blank expressions. His eyes narrowed in both directions before placing the half eaten strawberry down onto his plate.

“What?” He asked.

His friends finally stopped eating and glanced around themselves; noticing the gawking audience.

“Do you mind?!” Harry asked, almost throwing his hands in the air.

Everyone jumped in their seats and quickly turned away. His friends laughed.

“You handled that quite well,” Hermione stated with a smile.

The blonde returned the gesture and began eating his breakfast again.

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After Draco had gathered up his breakfast, he furiously stabbed the pancakes with his butter knife.

“I see the day isn’t starting out to your liking,” Blaise said, observing Malfoy’s behavior.

“Is that all you see?” Draco irritably sliced the pancake.

“No. I see Harry is able sit with those clowns like nothing had ever happened,” Blaise observed.

“Ah so he is. Normally, I’d be outraged that he still chose to sit at the damn Gryffindor table, like nothing ever happened! But, as a Malfoy, I’ve learned to keep calm and wait for the opportunity to attack. It’s usually the best way to catch them off guard,”

Blaise chuckled as he observed Harry and his quiet friends. He also noticed something different… something that Harry was doing instead of Draco right about now.

“Want some strawberries?” Blaise asked.

“What are you, my mother?! No thank you. I’m too frustrated to even consider… where’s the bloody toast!?”

Pansy reacted by quickly handing him her own toast, and he automatically retrieved it with a stoic expression.

“Don’t let this get to your pathetic little head, but thank you,” Draco sneered.

Blaise looked confused at first, but shrugged it off and continued to drink his juice. Pansy settled smugly in her seat, and then narrowed her eyes at the gawking girls that surrounded her. Draco continued eating his breakfast and completely ignored everyone’s curious stares…

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When breakfast was over, Harry waited for Draco to leave first, before he and his friends rose from their seats. He tried not to look at anybody as he walked down the hallway, but the sneers and quick glances he received were a bit too hard to ignore. Divination was no different, particularly for both boys. Harry kept his eyes down onto the clothed table, avoiding the confused glances from everyone in the room. Draco was leaning back in his chair, his fingers tapping against the desk. Some girls were heard whispering about Harry and Draco’s new look, but neither boy seemed to have noticed.

“Okay class, open your books to page 7,” Trelawney announced.

Harry was able to distract his thoughts by switching to the textbook. Ron yawned beside him as he slowly flipped to the correct page. When Harry got to page 7, he eyed the title of the chapter; “Aura Colors.”

“Now, this chapter gives you the descriptive details about Auras and their colors. Each color has a specific meaning, starting with the color white,” Trelawney began reading from her book.

Harry scanned the color labels until he reached yellow. He anxiously began reading it’s meaning; “It is the color of playfulness, optimistic, and easy-going (Care-free).” Harry glanced up at Draco, who was balancing his quell with the tip of his finger.

That’s why Draco said I was too ‘carefree’ yesterday…

Harry smirked and looked back down at his book. That’s when Ron leaned toward him and whispered about the yellow Aura.

“Harry, did you see the yellow-“

“Yeah I read it,” Harry blankly said, completely absorbed with reading the description over and over again.

Ron sighed and went back to reading. The last thing Harry heard was something about giving a brief description of each aura color for homework, and everyone in the classroom moaning about it.

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