The Boggart | Drarry

4. Chest of Fears

Draco and Harry had now reached the doors of the Great Hall and Potter was about to walk in when something made Draco stop him.

"Potter," he blurted out, and before he could even stop himself he continued.

"You look great."

Merlin's beard why did I say that, Draco thought.

"Erm, I mean t-that you, erm should just ignore what everyone says, ok-kkay?" he stuttered and opened the doors of the Great Hall. Potter followed him inside without saying anything or making a remark. He must be nervous, Draco assumed. Or maybe he is angry at the way he spoke to him earlier. Either way, Draco decided that he didn't care.

By the time they got to their seats, almost every single head in the Great Hall was turned towards them. Draco couldn't really blame them, the Slytherin Prince walking with the chosen one, that could be a headline on it's own.

"What did you do Potter, put the washing machine on too hot?" Blaise sneered at Harry and laughed at him joined by his fellow slytherins. 

Harry tried to casually sit next to Draco, without responding to Blaise, and to be fairly honest for a change, Draco was okay with that. He didn't necessarily hate the boy, he really didn't. He did in the first two years which has caused him having to keep up the Potter hating image.

"There are other seats, you know." The slytherin half sneered at Harry, just loud enough for everyone else to hear it, and pointed at some of the free seats. Harry stared at Draco for a couple of seconds and then sat down in a seat across the table sadly. Sorry, Draco said to him mentally. Chills went down his spine when Harry sympathetically smiled at him. Did he say that out loud?

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Harry walked around the other side of the table and sat down next to Pansy. She seemed kind of nice, he thought, compared to the other Slytherins.

Time went by fast at the Slytherin table. Hermione and Ron shot Harry a couple pitiful looks and before he could blink twice it was time to go to his first class of the day. Defense Against The Dark Arts with Gryffindor.
The corners of his mouth curled up at the idea of sitting next to his friends during class, and he was curious to see who would be teaching DADA this year. Though he didn't want to get himself too excited.

He walked over to the Gryffindor table and greeted everyone. "How are you holding up, Harry?" Seamus asked. "I'm managing. It's not that bad, no one really talks to me that much anyways." he answered.

The golden trio were chatting and joking like before the re-sorting while walking down the corridors, making their way to the DADA classroom. They almost forgot that they were separated.

(Author's note: the whole dementor on the train thing didn't happen so the golden trio doesn't know professor Lupin yet. Anyways; keep reading, the fun stuff is about to happen!!)

When they walked into class, there was no one there. After a while, a man with short blond-ish hair, maybe even ginger, and a mustache, walked into the classroom.

"Good morning. My name is Professor Lupin, and I will be your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher this year." he said, looking at Harry. The class kept quiet. There was no point in getting fond of a DADA teacher since they get a new one every year.

''Well,'' professor Lupin started, ''this lesson will be a practical one, so if you would all put everything in your bags and follow me. You will need only your wands.''

Everyone looked at each other curiously. A practical lesson? In DADA? Their previous teachers always had a stack of hand outs with assignments they had to make. Well, last years professor didn't. Harry remembered the pixies incident that had happened. That was quite fun, he concluded.