Earning love{tomarry/wbwl}

Chapter 10

No one's POV

The next morning Harry woke up first compared to the rest of the boys, so he got his robes and headed to the bathroom to take a quick shower. When he stepped in he wasn't very surprised by how the bathroom looked. It had three toilet stalls, two sinks, and three showers, all of it having a pale grey tinted wall with green tiles. Harry took a quick glance at everything, then went to get in the shower. He put it to the hottest it could be and got it, ignoring the burning sensation the water gave to his body. He then washed his hair and got out after only being in there for about fifteen minutes. He got his clothes on and walked out of the bathroom.

By the time he was out of the bathroom Draco and Theodore were both up and already in their uniforms. Draco came over and pushed Harry out of the way and walked into the bathroom, no doubt to spend until breakfast on his hair. Theodore went in soon after, though he didn't push Harry out of the way, and walked into the bathroom. Harry stood there for a second before walking off to the great hall for breakfast. It was Saturday so there were no classes, mainly so that the first years could get a good glimpse and layout of the school before lessons started Monday, which Harry thought was reasonable.

As he walked down to the great hall, or at least the direction he thought the great hall was in, Harry took in the paintings on the corridor walls. Each one told a story and he thought they were amazing.

Soon Harry made it to the great hall, after about forty minutes of wandering, and when he got in almost everybody was there, and nobody paid any mind to him, which he was thankful for. He walked over to the Slytherin table and looked for a place to sit among the other first years.

He noticed two things when he looked at the table. First, that both Draco and Theodore were already there, but also that the Slytherins sat in a fasionly order, where first years sat closest to the head table, second years next to them, and third next to second, and all the way on the other end of the table, closest to the doors, sat the seventh years. Harry walked down to the end of the table where the first years were and looked for a spot, though they all seemed purposely crammed together so that he couldn't sit anywhere besides at the very edge, where nobody sat, two seats away from Draco.

Harry sighed before sitting down and getting an apple and taking small nibbles out of it, before setting it back down after only eating half of it. This was going to be one hell of a long year.