Viridian

When Harry got to his dorm, he found out that his dorm mates were Draco, Blaise (that boy from the feast), Theodore, Crabbe and Goyle. They got to know each other for a bit then went to bed. Despite his earlier happiness and his love for the vampy and damp aesthetic of the Slytherin Common Room, Harry is worried about his parent’s reaction to this. He remembered his Dadfoot’s words “When you get up to that hat, tell it to put you in Gryffindor. You shouldn’t have any problem getting in. Just not Slytherin,” And his Moony responded with “The little one can choose what house he wants, Pads,”.

Harry misses his Moony and Dadfoot, but he can’t focus on that now. He has a whole castle to explore, hiding places that his dads told him about, including a secret passageway through some one-eyed witch statue. Suddenly, a green lantern slowly fizzles out, leaving just darkness.

The next morning, Harry doesn’t walk down to the great hall with Draco, but with the bratty-looking girl from yesterday, who he finds out is called Pansy. Though she looked quite bratty, Harry actually likes her company, especially when she gives Harry her Morgana chocolate frog card.

The breakfast spread tasted exactly like home, with piles and piles of sausages, hash browns and baked beans. All around the hall, people were chatting amongst themselves and the clinking of silverware could be heard throughout. Harry looked up and noticed a chandelier he didn’t see last night. It has white crystals and hangs from a bewitched ceiling that looks like clouds.

“Harry, why are you staring at that chandelier?” Draco cuts from beside him.

“No reason, Draco,” Harry replies. He doesn’t look at Draco’s stunning eyes, as he’s scared he’ll be caught staring again. But, they’re so beautiful that he can’t resist it. Harry also notices how his hair smells like apples. He swats the thought away.

They walk together to their first lesson, Charms. The professor is a short and stout man called Professor Flitwick. He instructs them all how to swish their wands properly as it is ‘the most important skill to start doing spells’. Harry hopes the other lessons aren’t this boring, but he’s sure the first lesson won’t be as exciting as the ones later on. Then, they have transfiguration. The professor is called Professor Mcgonagall, and she has quite a catty quality to her personality. This is further proven when she turns into a cat right in front of his eyes. The entire class gasps in awe and shock.

Instead of teaching the class how to turn into animals, Professor Mcgonagall has them transform needles into matchsticks. By the end of the lesson, only Harry and Draco have transformed the needles completely. Pansy has done a loop, turning the needle into a thread and somehow setting her hair on fire.

Next, is potions. Harry sits next to Pansy and Professor Snape seems to really hate the Gryffindors and keeps asking them near-impossible questions. He also notices how he keeps avoiding his gaze. He asks the Hermione girl from the train some questions and she answers them perfectly, meriting an eye roll from him. He asks them to copy down her answers, but Harry was too distracted by Draco rolling his beautiful eyes at her, and Harry almost does the same. Harry finds potions quite boring, but keeps looking at Draco, so it’s worth it.

“Ugh, I hate that filthy little mudblood,” Draco says on the way out. Harry is indignant.

“Hey, that’s not nice!” Harry retorts. Draco pouts and Harry notices how cute he looks doing it. Harry internally facepalms himself and reminds himself they are just friends, nothing more.

After two more lessons, Harry and Pansy walk back to their common room. They arrive at the door in the dungeons. It’s decorated with Snakes and feels almost damp, in a way.

“Parkinson,” Pansy states. Apparently you need to say the name of a pure-blood family from the Sacred 28 to enter. The door opens and Harry looks around at the common room. The lights have a lot more of a damp quality to them then the ones in the great hall. Boxes of crystallised pineapple sit on the polished tables. Harry is tempted to grab one.

“Draco, why do you spend so much time doing your hair?” Blaise calls from across the room. Harry side-eyes him. Blaise is one to talk, especially with his well-groomed buzz cut.

“Because, I don’t want it to look like that mudbloods unkempt bird nest, obviously,” Draco bites back. Harry sits, spectating the conversation and staring at the fold between Draco’s brows. Soon enough, it’s time for dinner, and Harry sits with Theo this time.

Theo is quiet, but Harry’s fine with that. He would much prefer looking at the amazing bewitched ceiling, which looks like a starry night sky. Harry picks at the banana split, but ultimately decides that bananas smell rancid and puts it down.

The next few days pass by in a blur, and Harry decides to write to his Moony, and goes up to the owlery to send it off through Hedwig.

Dear Moony,

Say hi to dadfoot for me. This might come as a shocker to you, but I was sorted into Slytherin! I met this boy called Draco, and also became friends with a girl called Pansy. Draco is very nice and I really like his eyes. I’m actually really enjoying it here. The potions professor hasn’t looked at me once though, so his classes are a bit boring, however I brewed a really good Anti-Acne potion last class. Pansy really enjoyed that lesson. I’m really enjoying transfiguration and flying as well, however the lesson was very hectic as some boys' balls got stolen by Draco, but I decided to catch it last second because it was tumbling to the ground. Professor Snape gave me detention though. I love Hogwarts and its grounds, but I miss you. I can’t wait till Christmas, when I can see you again.

Harry