Snakelet

Snape Snape Severus Snape

The beginning of the school year went fairly smooth - if you can call constant attention and gossips a smooth start.

Heads turned in his direction, questions and opinions were whispered in his presence and walking in packs like they were told to certainly didn't help his case since his pack so far consisted of a blond narcissist and his bodyguards.

Don't take it the wrong way, Vince and Greg turned out to be quite nice people, who Harry could easily chat with. They were a little slow, but so far the only problem with them was supporting Malfoy's stupidity.

The said boy loved the attention, and Harry didn't know if that was the reason why he basically stalked him everywhere or had another motive which he didn't know of.

So far Harry enjoyed his classes. On Wednesday nights, they studied the sky, learned about constellations and the movements of the planets. Three times a week they went into a greenhouse where they learned Herbology, and even if Harry wasn't particularly interested in plants, he still enjoyed taking part in the lessons. The most boring class was deemed to be History of Magic, which was taught by a ghost, who seemingly didn't develop his technique in the centuries since he worked there.

The charms teacher was a kind little man who happily started introducing himself to the students - his gaze lingering on Harry longer than on others - and the boy found himself liking the class.

Then, they went to Transfiguration, where Professor McGonagall proved herself to be the strictest teacher so far, and Harry has only seen her display a small smile when at the end of the class Blaise managed to be the only one with a successful transfiguration.

The class everyone was looking for the most was Defense Against the Dark Arts, but Quirrell's lessons turned out to be ridiculous. The classroom and the professor smelled of garlic, and they didn't do anything exciting. Whenever Quirell looked at Harry he started to stutter more and become even more nervous than he already was - Harry could only wonder the reason behind it.

Between the classes and getting settled in the new world, Harry barely had time to talk to Ron. So on Friday, he went to breakfast a little bit earlier, leaving his companions behind, in hope to talk to him.

So when he noticed a redhead walking towards the Great Hall, he happily waved at him. This caused Ron and his housemates - Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan- to stop in front of him.

"Erm, yes?" asked Ron, looking uncomfortable.

"Can we talk a bit?" Harry asked with a hopeful look in his eyes.

"Alone?"

"Well, that's what I planned..." mumbled Harry. Was this easy for Ron to view him differently, just because some talking hat didn't place them together?

Ron just stood for a moment, and when Harry was ready to leave the awkward situation, he finally nodded towards his friends, as to say he will join them later.

"So... erm what did you want?"

"I just wanted to talk with you," he started, then took a deep breath, "I just wanted to say that I know you don't like Slytherins, but I hoped we could still be friends."

"You want to be... friends?" surprise evident in his tone.

"Yes. I enjoyed our train ride, and I like talking to you. I also think your family is really nice, your mom helped me and... and I just don't want our friendship to be so short, just because for whatever reason I got placed into Slytherin.." he rambled on.

"Uhm," Ron looked at a loss of words, "Is this some kind of joke?"

"What?" Harry looked at him incredulously.