Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps

CHAPTER TWO

Draco and Harry stepped out of the train, now fully dressed in their Hogwarts attire. Harry was still laughing at a joke Draco had made about chocolate frogs, and Draco was smiling smugly ((an action which he did quite a bit)). They walked over to Hagrid, who greeted Harry with a huge smile.

"Harry! I see ye've already gotten about and made yerself a friend, eh?" he chortled. Harry just grinned back. "FIRST YEARS, OVER 'ERE!" he boomed, waving a huge arm to grab their attention.

A large group of laughing children bunched up in front of him, staring with wide eyes at the castle. Once everyone was settled, Hagrid beckoned for them to follow him. After the boat ride up to the castle, they finally entered. Before they knew it, they in the front of the main hall, being welcomed by Professor McGonagall, who then described the sorting hat process. Harry and Draco grinned at each other when she named Slytherin, anxious to find out their houses.

Draco was called up before Harry. He smiled as he sauntered over to the small stool and sat down. Professor McGonagall set the hat gently down on his head. It had barely touched him at all when it shouted out, "SLYTHERIN!" for all to hear. Draco grinned, and rushed over to his table.

Harry sat there for a moment, "zoning out", thinking about the exciting year that was about to come, when he heard McGonagall's sharp voice spurt out, "Harry Potter."

Nervously, Harry stepped up, and sat timidly down on the stool. He felt the hat plop down on his head, and instantly heard a voice in his head. Ahhh, Harry! I've been waiting to see you . . . I notice that you have a strong desire to be in Slytherin . . . you'd make a good Slytherin too- yes, indeed, you could be great- well, in that case, better be . . . "SLYTHERIN!"

Harry smiled, and ran over to join Draco at the Slytherin table. "Welcome to Slytherin!" Harry heard from all over the table, smiling 2nd, 3rd, 4th and 5th years waving at him. Even a couple of the 6th and 7th years joined in wholeheartedly. Harry laughed, and looked back up to see the remainder of his classmates be sorted into their respective houses. After a short speech from Dumbledore, and a few words from some other teachers, the feast began. Harry's eyes glazed over at all the food; never had he seen so much before that he could actually eat! Living with the Dursleys and all, he never really expected much. Crabbe and Goyle were ((of course)) stuffing their faces, looking rather like hungry elves- with their ears sticking out of their wizard hats, that is.

A smirking girl who sat to his right looked over at him after helping herself to some more pudding. "Hello, I'm Pansy Parkinson. And you're Harry Potter?"

Harry looked back over at her. "Errrr, yeah, that's me!" he smiled weakly.

She nodded curtly as she offered him her hand. "Nice to meet you, Harry. I'm looking forward to a great year."

Harry took her hand and shook politely, noticing how cold her delicate fingers were against his warm skin. He looked into her eyes, and realized that they were an astounding shade of blue, with brown flecks accenting the center. As she gently pulled back her hand and turned away, Harry almost could have sworn that she winked at him, just for a moment.

His ears turned pink.

Draco leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Got your eye on Parkinson, there?"

No, scratch that. His ears turned a bright, bright, scarlet.

Harry shook his head, trying to conceal the smile that he knew would creep onto his face in a moment. Draco couldn't do anything but laugh. Not a loud, showy laugh, but a silent shake- more like a convulsion, Harry thought to himself, making the smile even harder to hide. He quickly shoved a piece of chicken into his mouth and chewed attentively, ears still red.

Draco sighed happily, and looked down at his plate. Being rather bored with with mashed potatoes and gravy, he decided to manipulate them around with his fork until they vaguely resembled two human forms. Smiling deviously, he pushed them together slowly, mimicking Harry and Pansy's voices.

"Ohhhhh, HARRY!" he squeaked. "Pansy? Do you really . . . LOVE ME?" This caught Harry's attention, and now he was stared at Draco, wide eyed and mortified. "I confess . . . I want your BODY, Potter!"

"SHHHHHHH!" Harry frantically whispered, rather harshly.

"Make love to me, Pansy darling!" Draco panted, pushing one mashed potato figure completely on top of the other. Harry moaned, and put his hands up to his face. Draco, trying to hold back laughter, scooped "Harry" up on his fork, and set him in his mouth.

Pansy, meanwhile, was staring at Draco over Harry's slumped back, looking horrified. She quickly stood up from her seat, marched over to Draco, and bent down to his ear.

"NEVER. DO. THAT. AGAIN. Have you ever thought that maybe I DO have my eye on Potter?" she whispered, practically spitting into his ear.

"I was just joking!" Draco mumbled defensively to both of them.

Harry mumbled incoherently, his ears seemingly catching on fire.

Yes, thought Draco, this is going to be one hell of a year.