Who Are You?

Harry arrived in the Great Hall for breakfast, finding that he was the first person there. He sat down at the Gryffindor table and waited for his friends to arrive and the food to appear. Figuring that he had about fifteen minutes until then, he took out the slip of parchment from the night before.

"Silver Snake...Who could that be?" he asked himself. He looked up and saw Draco Malfoy just walking in, wearing a green Slytherin jumper that had a silver snake on the front.

"Oh my god!" thought Harry, shocked. "Silver Snake! MY PEN PAL IS A SLYTHERIN?" By that time, he was shouting in his head.

"Harry? Are you okay?" Harry looked up and saw Hermione and Ron, blocking his view from the green jumper.

"You look a bit pale, mate," said Ron, looking worried.

"I'm fine, just a bit tired," answered Harry, calming down.

His two friends sat down on the opposite bench, so he couldn't see the Slytherin table.

"Did you get your pen pal's name last night?" asked Hermione.

"Yeah, I did. But I'm not telling you mine. Its meant to be a secret, remember?" answered Ron.

"Well, I was talking to Harry, not you," said Hermione, turning her back to Ron and started gossiping with Ginny. The food appeared and Ron was soon shoving his face with food.

Harry got out his timetable and saw that he had Transfigurations first with the Slytherins.

"Great," he thought. "Another opportunity for Malfoy to insult me. Have to live with it, I guess."

He put it away and got back to his bacon and eggs, forgetting about what had got him freaking out before.

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Draco arrived at the Great Hall fifteen minutes after Harry. "Hey Blaise! What's up?" asked Draco, settling down in his seat.

"Nothing much. Got my pen pal name yesterday. Did you?" replied Blaise.

"Yeah. Not telling you who though, until you tell me your pen name," said Draco.

"I'm not giving in first," said Blaise.

Draco sighed and started getting his breakfast, piling his plate with food.

"Off your diet already?" asked Blaise, curiously. "Not worried about your figure?"

"Shove off!" Draco shot back. "First my mum, now you? This is getting annoying."

"What about your mum?" Blaise asked.

Draco tried to ignore him by looking down at his food, pretending to analyse it very closely, but Blaise was a persistent person. He began poking Draco with his fork, quite hard and painfully.

"My God! What's your problem?" screamed Draco. "Do you want me to die from someone stabbing me with a fork? And by someone, I mean you."

"Sorry, just trying to get your attention," replied Blaise.

"Well, you have it. Now, talk," said Draco, annoyed.

"Never mind. Remember, we have McGonagall first so we have to be on time." said Blaise, changing the subject.

They left the Great Hall and started walking to their Transfigurations class.

"Great, we have it with the Gryffindors," Draco thought. "One hour to survive. Luckily its not a double period!"

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"Okay class. Please get out your quills and parchment because in this period you will spend your time writing to your pen pals," announced Professor McGonagall. There were many groans coming from the back of the room, especially from the Slytherins. The others were excitingly chatting among themselves. Although some people were resistant, they all got out there equipment and started writing, or pretending to write. Draco looked down at his piece of parchment and all it said was: To Dark Rider. He didn't know what else to write so he put down his quill and scanned the room.

Blaise, who was next to him, was furiously writing down who knows what, but he looked like he was enjoying himself. Most of the other Slytherins were whispering to each other, trying not to get caught by Professor McGonagall. Looking to the other side of the room, where the Gryffindors were, he saw the Golden Trio sitting next to each other. Like always, Hermione and Ron were bickering about something unimportant. Harry was staring into space, not bothering to write. Draco's eyes lingered over Harry for a while and their eyes met. Quickly, they both looked away and got back to what they were meant to be doing, writing their letters.

After a long, torturing hour, the class filed out of the room and Draco was proud of himself for finishing one letter for his pen pal. Grinning creepily, he walked to his next class for the day, Herbology. He pulled out his timetable and saw that he didn't have his favourite class today, Potions. The grin slowly went to a frown.

"This is going to be a long day," he sighed to himself.