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5 | What's Happening?

Chapter Five: What's Happening?

"Potter," Came an annoyed voice, as Harry felt himself being shaken. "You've got fifteen minutes until breakfast is over, twenty until class starts."

Harry groaned, but got up anyway. He saw the back of Malfoy's head as the blonde strode out of the room. Had Malfoy actually woken him up? Harry was surprised that he didn't just leave him there to sleep in and be late.

He quickly changed and ran his fingers through his hair, then grabbed his things for class and jogged to the Great Hall to grab an apple. He picked up his timetable as well, and look at the revised schedule. He still had the one he'd been sent over the summer, but some of his classes had been rearranged because of his change of house.

He had Divination with Gryffindor, first thing. Harry made his way to the classroom, hoping he would get there on time. Harry was happy to have class with the Gryffindors, because that meant he would get to see Ron.

Harry was relieved to see that he was on time, and looked for an open seat. Ron had an empty chair beside him, so Harry sat with him.

"Hey," Ron greeted glumly. "How's Slytherin?"

"Hey. And it's not that bad. I wish I was still with you, though. It's really quiet all the time. Not to mention I'm in the same dorm as Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, and Zabini." Harry replied quietly.

"Oh god. I'm sorry for you mate. Have they been mean to you?"

"No, surprisingly... They told me where stuff was, but for the most part they just ignore me. The weird part is, Malfoy's actually been decent, like even helpful." Harry whispered to Ron.

"Malfoy? Are you sure?" The red head asked incredulously.

Harry nodded, and was about to reply when Professor Trelawny made her way into the classroom, signalling the start of class.

"Hello everyone, I am glad to see you all are doing well. Today we will be doing palm readings. If you open your books to page... Forty-five, it has the meanings listed there. Work with a partner and record your results for each other." Trelawny said airily. She always seemed a little out of it.

Harry and Ron turned to each other, and Harry continued their conversation from earlier.

"Yeah, I mean Malfoy's not being like... Nice, or anything. But he hasn't really said anything rude, and he told me where the showers were, and he woke me up this morning so I didn't sleep through class. It's really weird."

"That is weird. I'd be careful if I were you. I don't want you to get hurt, Harry. And I definitely don't want any of that Slytherin rubbing off on you," Ron advised. "Speaking of which, do you know what you're doing in Slytherin? Like why did you get resorted? What's that all about?"

"I really don't know. Dumbledore didn't even have a clue either." Harry was finding it shockingly easy to lie to his best friend. Maybe he was becoming more Slytherin...

"Well, I don't like you being around all of them. Especially Malfoy. Keep your eyes open around 'em. It'll be even easier for Malfoy to do something to you if you have to share a bedroom." Ron scowled. Harry nodded in agreement.

"We should probably start this hand thing then." Harry switched the subject, placing his hand palm-up on the table.

"Right," Ron flipped through the pages of his textbook, before finding the correct one. "So let's see. You've got a," He paused to look at the book. "Long life line, so you'll live a long life."