"Is this school completely morbid or something? What's with the all black robes and ghosts?" Draco grumbled over breakfast the next morning, "Bloody freaky."

"Then I take it that you haven't met the teachers yet if you think that's freaky," Blaise smirked while spreading raspberry jam over his toast.

Draco raised an eyebrow, "Should I be afraid?"

Harry looked up to the head table to see Snape sneering down at them, "Very."

A seventh year prefect came down the table to hand out the schedules for the new term. Harry snatched Draco's out of his hand before he could even glance at it. The blonde put on a petulant look and tried in vain to snatch it back.

"Well… we're in all of the same classes," Harry deadpanned.

Draco snorted, "This should be fun."

Harry scanned down their columns, not looking up, "Why can't they ever change it? It's the same very year! It's Transfiguration and Astronomy with the Hugglepoufs; Charms, Herbology, and History of Magic with the Ravenclaws; and Care of Magical Creatures, Potions, and Arithmacy with the Gryffindorks."

"It's the same again?" Pansy pouted, poking moodily at her eggs.

"So can someone please explain to me what all this house shit is about!" Draco interrupted, sounding quite putout. All conversation in a ten-foot radius ceased as everyone turned to look at him. Draco's cheeks tinged pink and he gave a meek wave to the staring contingency, "Something I said?"

Harry chuckled, "Yea, it's not a good idea to insult the houses in range of any members of that house, and you just insulted all of the houses."

When movement around them started again Draco sagged with relief, "You're a touchy lot, you are."

Harry smirked as he saw a boy at the Hufflepuff table slip his hand under a girl's skirt, "You have no idea."

"Well I'd have an idea if you would just bloody explain it to me," Draco snapped, completely missing the innuendo.

Blaise smacked his hand to his face, "Okay here's out it works, four houses: Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Gryffindor. Slytherins are cunning and ambitious, Ravenclaws are bookworms, Hufflepuffs are a bunch of sniveling idiots, and Gryffindors are oblivious goody-two-shoes." Blaise paused for a breath, "Slytherins get along with each other and most Ravenclaws. Hufflepuff and Ravenclaws are rivals but it's nothing compared to the rivalry between Slytherin and Gryffindor. For the past eleven years Slytherin has won the House Cup, which is awarded to the house with the most points at the end of the year, and the Inter House Quidditch Cup. Harry here," he nodded to his friend, "has never lost a match as seeker since his first year."

"Stop it, you're making me blush," Harry drawled sarcastically. He turned to Draco, "You play?"

Draco smiled, "Who doesn't?"

"Me," Pansy sniffed. Blaise was about to point out that that was because she was a girl but thought better of it at the last minute.

"Chaser?" Blaise questioned. Draco nodded and a look of glee came over Blaise's face, "Same here, a spot just opened up on the team and Bole was looking for candidates, you'd be perfect."

Draco laughed, "You haven't even seen me fly yet."

"Doesn't matter," Harry said around his muffin making Pansy scowl, "Blaise can pick a flyer out of a crowed of first years just by looking at them on the ground."

"It's a gift," the boy in question declared proudly.

"So how do the other houses get along?" Draco asked, picking up the conversation from before.

"Ravenclaws get along with a few Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors. The Gryffindorks get along with everyone except us, they're all for world peace and shit like that," Pansy explained rolling her eyes.

"Well from my point of view I got the better quarter of the deal," Draco said, chancing a glance out of the corner of his eye at Harry.

Just then the Gryffindor Trio came into the hall; Ron, Seamus, and Dean, Neville trailed behind pathetically. Harry shuddered as the thought of himself being a Gryffindor hit again, causing him to completely miss the innuendo as Draco had before. Draco noticed the shudder but interpreted it in a completely different manner. He followed Harry's gaze across the hall to the Gryffindor table to land on an Irish looking boy with sandy hair and a large smile.

The blonde felt a wave of emotion come over him that was completely unfamiliar. But then it him, it was like the time his parents were going to Bermuda for their anniversary and for once in his life he was told he wasn't aloud to come.

Jealousy.

Pansy rolled her eyes at the two of them, which she seemed to be doing a lot lately, and slung her bag over her shoulder, "Come on, we should get to Potions early if we want to get good seat." Blaise dutifully got up to follow and Harry coughed something that sounded suspiciously like 'whipped'.

"Come on tour guide, I need directions," Draco said, also finishing off his breakfast. Harry shrugged and got up to lead them out. When they passed Blaise who was waiting for Pansy to tie her shoe the dark skinned boy make a whip cracking motion and gave him a cheeky grin.

Harry scowled and flipped him the bird before turning to the dungeon stairwell, "Our Potions Master, Snape, is also our head of house, if you didn't know already."

Draco fell into step with him, "Snape? Are you sure… No, it couldn't be, must be just a coincidence."

Harry gave him a strange look and ignored the comment, "So, you any good at Potions?"

Draco smirked as he set up his silver cauldron and shining cutting tools, "Prepare to be amazed."

Harry raised an eye-brow, "Well you'll have to beat the mudblood freak." Harry made a rude gesture as Granger came in and glanced over at the two of them.

Draco sniffed, "Are you really comparing the skill of a Malfoy to that of a mudblood?"

"Oh, forgive me, oh mighty one," Harry muttered under his breath as Snape swooped in.

"Severus?" Draco whispered in a bewildered tone, "So it wasn't a coincidence…"

"You're on a first name basis with Snape?" Harry was horrified at the idea. Snape may be his head of house, forcing him to give the man respect; but he had always hated the greasy Potions Master.

"Father never told me he was teaching here. He's an old family friend," Draco whispered out of the corner of his mouth and as Snape told them about the potion they would be making that day, "I haven't seen him in a couple of years though. When's the last time you think he washed his hair?"

Just then the door to the supply closet sprang open as Snape said they could find what they needed in there. "I don't know, Draco," Harry said, squinting up at the board, "this looks pretty complicated."

"The Draught of Peace?" Draco sounded incredulous, "It's a standard grade level potion." Harry was still squinting futilely up at the scrawled writing, trying to copy it down in the dismal light.

Draco sighed, "You know you've already copied down four wrong measurements, don't you?"

Harry blushed and crumpled the useless paper and threw it at the back of Weasley's head to release some frustration, "I have trouble seeing the board; Snape usually gets some form of sick satisfaction from it."

Draco shook his head, "It's not Severus' fault you have horrible eyesight. When was the last time you got your prescription checked?"

Harry furrowed his brow at the other boy as they started work on their potions from the directions the blonde had copied down, "How does someone like you know about muggle prescription glasses?"

The blonde avoided eye contact and mumbled something while measuring out some powdered moonstone. "I didn't catch that," Harry prodded.

The other boy sighed and set down his pestle, "I used to need muggle reading glasses." He sounded embarrassed and spoke in a low tone as if ashamed.

Harry shrugged, "It's no big deal; I'm blind as a bat without my glasses. But you're right I haven't gotten my eyes tested in a couple of years. How come you don't need yours anymore?" Harry was silently pleased to see that there was a shimmering silver smoke emitting from the top of his cauldron just as there was supposed to be. He made a mental note to cheat off Draco often.

"There's a simple spell to fix eye sight that can only be preformed on people under the age of sixteen; the eyes are still changing so they're easy to manipulate without any side affects," Draco explained as he scooped some potion into a black flask, "I could do it for you, if you want. I'm surprised no one's suggested it before."

Harry glared up at his head of house; of course the man wouldn't give him help to pass his own class, "Yea sure, just try not to screw up my head or whatever else could go wrong."

As they walked to the front of class to hand in their potions Harry saw Draco give the professor a searching look and a hesitant smile. All he got in return was a formal nod and the cold shoulder.

When they got back to their work station the boy looked slightly hurt but turned to Harry none the less, "Okay now close your eyes."

Harry did as instructed and felt the familiar weight of his thick rimmed glasses lift from the bridge of his nose. Cool smooth fingers covered his eyelids and a wand was pressed to his temple. His eyelashes fluttered under the pressure and he tried to calm himself.

"One," he heard, "two," his stomach felt like it was on a rollercoaster, "three…," his breathing hitched, "videlicet visum." An icy chill swept through his body and seemed to condense into two ice balls that until two minutes ago had been his eyes.

"Just breath," a calming voice said from close by, "it'll pass." He tried to slow is erratic breathing and stop his teeth from chattering together; he was sure everyone in the dungeon could hear the noise.

"Okay, now I'm going to remove my hand, slowly open your eyes and focus on whatever's closest to you."

Harry gave a slight nod in understanding and slowly opened his eyes to look right into the blonde's face. Assuming that the other boy was the closeted thing to him he focused on the silver eyes that he realized never seemed to be the same color. Some times a molten silver, to light gray almost blue, to cloudy and stormy.

Draco took in a sharp breath as startling green eyes focused on him, boring a hole through his head. How could a color that bright and intense be natural? It made him feel naked; like he couldn't hide anything. He forced himself to avert his eyes, panicking, and fiddled with the tip of his quill.

Harry gasped as everything came into sharp relief. He looked around at the class room and his peers, who by now were staring avidly at the two; everything was so clear and vivid, like he was seeing everything for the first time. Draco chanced a glance up to see if anything had gone wrong when he heard the gasp but all he got was a bright smile from Harry and a very unexpected hug.

………………………

A/N: Over the next couple of chapters, which I promise I'll get out as soon as possible, I'll try and incorporate more information about their past.