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Chapter Seven

Harry had followed Blaise, who had followed Draco and Pansy, to the Slytherin Common room.

"Do you by any chance know who you are rooming with?" Blaise asked as they stepped down a couple of steps from the entrance. "Oh yeah," Blaise remarked, "you have to watch out for that. Nott once came back from the Astronomy tower in the middle of the night and he tripped and fell. He broke his nose and had to wake Madam Pomfrey. Got detention since he wasn't supposed to be out in the first place."

Harry snorted and replied. "Dumbledore didn't exactly say."

"Huh. Well, I reckon we should ask Snape then. He's our Head of House and in charge of everything. He should be coming in at any moment to give his annual 'welcoming speech'."

Harry felt extremely grateful but at the same time, he couldn't help but feel like he was being a nuisance. From what he had gathered from Hermione and Ron, Blaise and Parkinson never left Malfoy's side, yet here Blaise was, going out of his way for Harry, introducing him to his new surroundings. "You don't have to, you know, you already helped so much..."

Blaise snorted. "The person who is supposed to be showing you around is Draco since he is, after all, Head Boy. He is also supposed to be showing the first years what to do, yet there he is, talking with Pansy."

Harry noted the disapproving tone the handsome boy gave. Suddenly, Blaise grabbed Harry's arm pulled him over to a man who was barely entering the common room. The man was wearing black trousers and jacket that seemed to have an impossible amount of buttons. He had short black hair that came up to his shoulders and had a large, crooked nose.

"Professor Snape." Blaise greeted, "I came to ask if you know Harry Potter's new dormitory."

"Our new celebrity has been granted his own room by the Headmaster." The man said with a sneer. Harry desperately hoped that the man was only the Head of House and nothing else. He couldn't imagine him as his actual professor. And what the hell had he done to be given the man's death glare?

"Ah, so I suspect it's the room across Draco's?"

"Is it not the only room available Zabini?" Snape hissed impatiently. "If you have any more life threatening questions, please don't ask me again." With one less glare at Harry, Snape walked over to where a crowd seemed to be waiting.

"Erm, I don't suspect you want to hear his speech?" The black boy asked hesitantly. Harry shook his head with a small amused smile.

"Then let's go to your new room! You are extremely lucky you know, only Draco, Pansy and I have our own rooms."

Harry rolled his eyes. "I don't like being singled out."

"And why is that?" They had exited the common room and were walking down even further into the castle. Every step they took seemed to be a degree colder.

"I don't have any privacy for one and then I don't feel like I got anything fairly."

Blaise snorted. "They should have put you in Gryffindor, you whine too much."

"It's not for lack of trying, I'll tell you that. And no I don't, you arsehole."

"Oi!" Blaise clutched his chest. "You wound my heart Potter! You didn't want to be part of the glorious and semi noble House of Slytherin?"

Harry snorted. "Even adding the 'semi' is stretching it."

"Posh."

Harry rolled his eyes again and stopped when they reached the end of the hallway. There were two doors facing each other.

"Which is mine?"

"Right."

"Oh, alright. Er... thanks for all your help."

"No problem." Blaise winked. "See you at breakfast, yes?"

Harry frowned for a moment. "Wait. I don't have a password."

Harry nodded and then waited for Blaise to leave before he opened his door. And yet the black boy hadn't moved an inch. "Er..." Harry said awkwardly.

Blaise rolled his eyes. "I am waiting for Draco. He is planning a prank of some sort and I am always part of the planning process."

"Oh. Alright then. I'll just go in now..."

Harry opened the unlocked door as he heard a snort behind him.

Harry woke an hour before his alarm was even supposed to ring. He had had a horrible night's sleep because there were too many things roaming in his mind. Since it was six, he decided to go and take a hot bath, hopefully to soothe the sore muscles he had acquired last night.

He hadn't had much time to explore his rooms last night, but he was completely surprised at what he got. His room was practically a small flat!

Before he headed to bed, he had had enough time to spot a small kitchen that had a smaller than average refrigerator, a sink, a microwave, a few cabinets and a small space of counter top next to the sink. Now that he had time to look over the tiny kitchen, he could see that everything was top notch. His cabinets were made out of a really dark wood, perhaps cherry or mahogany and the counter tops were made out of a white marble. The cabinets also had a few plates stocked as well as food. Though it only took up a small corner, Harry couldn't help but raise his eyebrows in wonder.

There was no living room, but he might as well have had one because his bedroom, which was the main room, was so large. The bed he had slept on was handsomely decorated with greens and whites and next to his bed, was an old, white Victorian style love seat.

His bathroom had the same marble counter tops as his kitchen and the bathtub was one of the type that sat in the middle of the room. Harry almost felt ashamed as he turned it on. It looked to be more of something to just look and admire at.

All in all, he felt completely spoiled. His parents, may they rest in peace, had always felt a need to live small and plain. They had a few mansions, sure, but their real home was a small manor that had just one maid. There was no butler and no chef. His mother always cooked their meals.

Most who knew where they truly lived would often scoff at his father's cheapness, but it really wasn't that. His father believed that if they went over their heads with immaterial things and a big home, they would just distance themselves and wouldn't be a true family.

And because of their lack of spending and their avoidance to pay more than wanted taxes, they donated constantly to charities.

Harry turned on the tap of the bathtub and watched as the water poured. He touched the water with his hand. It was perfect. It was almost hot, but the coldness of the dungeons made up for it; thus making it the perfect temperature.

Harry practically purred as he sank into the water.

The halls were completely empty as he walked towards the Great Hall. He finally reached the entrance, but stopped when he heard footsteps behind him. He turned around and saw it was the red headed girl that he had seen Ron arguing with at the feast.

He decided to wait for her so he wouldn't enter alone. The girl seemed to notice and she gave a shy smile and hurried over to Harry.

"Hello." Harry smiled in greeting.

The girl seemed to have lost her breath a bit. "Oi. I need to start exercising again. Hello! You're Harry Potter, right?"

Harry's snort was accompanied by the rolling of his eyes. Yet, he wasn't irritated at all, he gave an amused smile. "Call me Harry."

The girl smiled brightly. "I'm Ginny Weasley. Call me Ginny. And oh my God! Your accent is so amazing!"

Harry snorted. "It's not much of an accent really."

"It's noticeable enough to be considered dreamy."

Harry rolled his eyes. "If you say so. Do you suppose we should enter? I can't help but feel someone might hit us with the doors if they come from the other side."

"Oh sure."

Harry let Ginny open the doors, since he wasn't sure if there was a procedure to opening them or something, and when they entered, he saw many of the servants setting the tables.

Ginny waved to a girl with blond hair. "I'll see you later Harry?"

Harry nodded with a small smile and said bye, which Ginny returned. The red head proceeded to skip over to her table.

Green eyes spotted the spot he sat at last night and decided to sit there, not knowing if there was some type of hierarchy with the seating arrangements. It certainly seemed that way since the purebloods sat at the center seats of the table and were overlooking the rest of the hall during the feast.

Harry thanked the servant who placed a huge platter of pancakes in the center of the table.

The man gave him a scared look and stuttered, "M-Mr. Pot-t-ter. You are very welcome, -sir."

"Er..." Harry watched as the man scurried away.

Wow. Harry thought with raised eyebrows. He grabbed a plate from the small stack in front of him and placed a pancake he could maybe nibble on and grabbed an orange, the smallest he could find.

He cut the orange into four pieces and then grabbed a glass and poured himself some water from a glass jar that was right in front of him. It was when Harry started to squeeze the orange slices into the water that Blaise had appeared in the Great Hall. Harry hadn't realised how much he had been into what he had been doing. The Great Hall was now half full.

"Where were you this morning, Potter?" Blaise huffed.

"Does it truly matter?"

"It matters to me since I was waiting at your door since before breakfast started!"

Harry looked at him incredulously. "Why?"

Blaise narrowed his eyes and Harry dropped it. He sighed. "You probably just missed me by a minute or two, I was impatient to get here."

Blaise grumbled "whatever" and grabbed a plate. That was when Malfoy came in and Harry saw him wink at someone at the Gryffindor table.

Harry decided this was a good time to leave the table. He came to the realisation that the blond boy was not good news.

"Where are you going?" Blaise snapped.

"Back to the room." Harry stated, annoyed at how Blaise felt the need to know where he was all the time. They barely met yesterday, after all. He had a feeling that this was a warning sign he just couldn't ignore.

Harry also noticed how Draco Malfoy, who was already sitting down, was watching him as he exited the Great Hall.

As Harry walked down the lone corridor to the dungeons, he thought of Ron and Hermione, who he had forgotten to greet at the Great Hall. Actually, he didn't remember if he even saw them.

He finally got down to the end of the corridor, past the door to the common room, and was facing the two doors that belonged to Malfoy and him.

He opened his door and as he stepped though, he realised that he should probably get a lock for it. It wouldn't be a good thing if people can get in by just twisting the handle. Things could go missing.

Without another thought, he grabbed his books for his classes that day, advanced chemistry and advanced calculus. Harry looked at his watch and saw that he had five minutes left until his first class. Luckily, it was advanced chem, and that was actually in the dungeons somewhere.