Who Are You?

"Oh my god!" Harry thought. "Who is this perfectly beautiful person standing in front of me?"

"Who are you?" he asked, searching his brain for a memory of the guy's face.

"You really don't know, do you?" replied the guy. "I'm Blaise Zabini, from Slytherin. Your arch enemy's best friend."

Harry just stared with his mouth hanging, not taking in the words said.

"You mean Draco?" he asked.

"Yes."

Harry was taken back by the politeness of Blaise. He always remembered this person as Malfoy's partner, the same rank as Crabbe and Goyle.

Blaise was waiting patiently for Harry to finish thinking while humming quietly to himself. He smiled at Harry's shocked face.

"Sorry, I think I have to go," said Blaise. "See you tomorrow at Potions."

Blaise left the Great Hall, joining his friends at the entrance. Harry came back from his trance and waved, dreamily. He walked slowly back to the Common Room and started going through the day's events.

"Getting partnered with Draco for a Potions project, seeing Draco blush and crashing into Blaise Zabini. Many strange things happened today."

He climbed into bed and waited for the rest of his friends to come back from dinner.

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"Harry, wake up!" said a voice.

Harry opened his eyes, seeing a blurred picture of Ron's face.

"Ron..."

He sat up, rubbing his eyes and checked the clock. It was twelve o'clock at night. Harry wondered why Ron would wake him up at this time.

When he was fully awake, he saw his roommates sitting on the floor in a circle.

"What are you doing?" he asked cautiously.

"Playing truth or dare," replied Dean.

"Dean and Seamus taught us how to play," explained Neville. "I'm sure you know how."

Harry nodded. He saw Dudley and his friends play this game at one of Dudley's birthday parties and had always wanted to play.

"So. We don't have to waste anymore time explaining the rules again," said Ron. "Let's play."

Harry sat down between Seamus and Ron, squirming with excitement.

"Who's first?" asked Seamus.

"ME!" Harry screamed, raising his hand.

"Ok, Harry. Its not class," reminded Dean. He handed an empty bottle to Harry.

He spun the bottle in the middle of the circle and watched with everyone to see where the bottle pointed. Finally, it stopped, pointing at...

"ME!" screamed Harry again.

Dean sighed and Seamus shook his head, annoyed.

"Is that meant to happen?" asked Neville.

Ron shrugged in reply.

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The boys of the Gryffindor 7^th year dormitory woke up the next morning, trying to forget the memory of the night before. They had all ended up going to bed after the first spin of the bottle, except Harry, who sat on the floor spinning the bottle until two o'clock in the morning.

There was the usual uproar on who gets to use the bathroom first and finding their equipment for class. Harry, the organised one, got ready in five minutes and was one of the first to arrive for breakfast. He spotted Blaise, sitting by himself at the Slytherin table and walked over to him.

"Good morning," greeted Harry, cheerfully.

"Hi."

For the first time in many years, an event happened that would have caused a lot of commotion if anyone were there- a Gryffindor sitting down at the Slytherin table.

"What are you doing?" asked Blaise, shocked.

"Having breakfast," replied Harry, as a matter-of-factly.

"Do you realise that you are at the wrong table?" asked Blaise again.

"Yes. But there isn't a rule in saying that we cannot sit at a different table, right?"

Blaise, annoyed, stopped the interrogation and started having breakfast with his, supposedly, archenemy.

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The two newly made friends finished their breakfast quickly because it involved a meal of mostly nothing. Harry was on a diet and Blaise had decided to join him.

They walked out of the Great Hall and down to the Potions classroom in the dungeons. Since it was still early, they were the first to arrive.

"Want to sit with me?" asked Blaise hopefully.

"Sure!" replied Harry, happy that he made a new friend.

Both of them sat right in front, got out their equipment and struck up a conversation about their favourite Quidditch teams.

Professor Snape arrived ten minutes later to find two people, which he least had thought of, deep in conversation.

"This is madness!" he thought. "Something is wrong with this school." But he let the matter rest, grateful that they weren't fighting.

Another ten minutes passed and the rest of the class filed in slowly, as first period was starting soon. Hermione and Ron walked through the door, bickering about the homework due next period.

"I'm telling you, Ron. If you had done it last night, you wouldn't be stressing about it now," stated Hermione.

"I'm not stressing!" yelled Ron.

"Ms Granger and Mr Weasley. I hope you two have finished your discussion and will take your seats; otherwise it will be thirty points from Gryffindor," drawled Professor Snape.

Ron glared back, but took his seat anyway. Hermione followed quickly.

"Sorry Prof. Snape. Theo and I had to retrieve something from our dorm."

Harry turned his head to the entrance of the class and saw Draco Malfoy, breathless and leaning against the door. Theodore Nott stood behind him, in the same state.

"I trust you will not be late tomorrow. It will be detention otherwise," said Professor Snape. "Now, go to your seats!"

Draco and Theo nodded, ashamed, and found two seats at the front of the room, next to Blaise and Harry. Draco exchanged a 'look' with Blaise but Blaise waved it off.

Harry saw the exchange but the thought drifted to the back of his mind. Snape, on the other hand, started the lesson already and was writing down instructions for a potion on the blackboard.

Throughout the class, the pair sitting next to him distracted Draco. Jealousy took over his instincts and made him mess up his usually perfect potion.

"Is something bothering you?" asked Theo, worried about his friend.

"No. Its nothing." was the only response he got.

At the end of the lesson, Snape reminded his class about the assignment.

"Remember, you all better start it soon. It will be due after the holidays and I recommend you do not leave it to the last minute."