Not Slytherin, Eh? | Drarry |

A Game Of Deceit

Harry awoke to a slight shock as his wand zapped him awake. With a jolt, Harry sat up. It took a few moments before his hazy morning mind fit everything back into place. The resorting, Lumen, Salazar Slytherin and his ominous smirks. For a few blissful moments, it had all been but a mere nightmare.

"Lumen?" Harry yawned noting the absence of scales and pestering hissing.

Harry slowly pushed his dorky glasses onto his face and blinked away any of the remaining sleep before inspecting his green and silver bed. At first, he had thought that the pesky basilisk had merely gotten tangled in the blankets or was simply blending in to the green covers. But as seconds turned into minutes Harry realized that his little highly deadly companion was no longer in his bed.

"Lumen!?" Harry hissed louder, before quite literally falling out of his bed and nearly breaking his glasses. He would have to, if his nose hadn't been there to slow down his decent. He could feel the slight warmness and the sticky feeling of blood slowly slipping down his lip and down his throat leaving the bitter and familiar metallic taste behind.

"How are you doing down there?" Blaise asked peering over the edge of his own bed to stare at Harry who's face was still firmly smooshed into the ground.

"Peachy." Harry said quickly standing up and sitting on his bed, with a sigh he pinched his nose shut and tilted his head back, it wasn't the first time he had to deal with a nose-bleed, in fact they were usually a daily occurrence during the summer. With a sigh, Harry felt the slight familiar tingle of magic flow from his fingertips to his nose. Accidental or more so instinctive magic was another daily occurrence during summer. His nose felt numb and tingly but at least it was no longer throbbing or bleeding.

"I touches all of the stuffs!" Lumens voice echoed around the room. The other occupants completely oblivious.

"Graceful as ever Potter." Malfoy drawled as he stalked out of the bathroom to his bed where he had his things laid out in a perfectly organized way that made Harry terribly tempted to toss something heavy right in the center of the bed and watch the chaotic disorganization ensue.

"Finally...you spend more time in the bathroom than all the girls in our year combined." Said Blaise exasperated.

"And I'm prettier than all of the girls in our year combined because of it." Malfoy retorted his tone sickeningly sweet.

"Well I'm glad that I won't have to worry about losing my status as Slytherins most handsome bachelor." Blaise said with a smirk slamming the bathroom door shut just as a rather large book was sent hurdling at his face. Harry watched the scene for a few bemused moments before remembering there was currently a basilisk on the loose in their dorm.

"Lumen!?" Harry called, he couldn't help but smirk when Malfoy practically jumped out of his skin.

"Is this the gel of the hairs? There are no hairs in this...what is this sorcery!?" Harrys head snapped to the source of the voice...Malfoys trunk.

"Do you have to speak in that...way. It's unsettling." Malfoy snapped at him straightening out his shirt.