Malfoy Child

Power of Emotion

"Hydra Pit." Blaise stated the password and they entered the Slytherin common room.

Harry glanced around. It looked the same as it had when they were all in second year. He still wasn't overly impressed with it, but he had to admit that it looked more appealing to him now than the last time he'd been in here. Perhaps he had changed more than he realized.

Blaise gave Harry a suspicious glance. "You don't seem particularly surprised."

Harry shrugged. "Been here once before and it looks the same now as it did then."

"What?!" Blaise exclaimed quietly. "When were you ever in the Slytherin common room?"

Harry gave Blaise the same sly wink and wicked smirk he had that morning when Blaise had complimented him on his Slytherin skills. "A good Slytherin would not give away all of his secrets. Maybe I'll tell you some other time."

"Holy fuck, Harry!" Blaise practically shouted. Luckily there weren't that many students around at that time of day. Most of them were still off in classes or else in the library. Those that were in the room were carefully watching Blaise, Harry and Draco. All of them startled at Blaise's outburst.

Harry kept the smirk on his face and enjoyed Blaise's shock. "Just chalk that up to another thing you didn't know about Harry Potter."

Draco had been studying the room quietly. Harry led him over to the high-backed chairs surrounding the large fireplace, with Blaise following and muttering to himself about Harry's Slytherin tendencies that he'd known nothing about. Harry ignored Blaise and plucked Draco up and set him in the chair in the centre of the furniture grouping.

"I bet that's where you sit when you're holding court," Harry said with a smile.

Draco looked confused, but curious, and studied the chair he was sitting in and the surrounding area. "Court? Like a king?"

"More like a prince, but yes, that kind of court," Harry said. "You like being the Slytherin prince and ordering people to do your bidding."

Draco scrunched up his nose. "Why would I order people around?"

"Oh, it's just a game to you," Harry said, not exactly sure what else to call it. He crouched down and looked at Draco seriously. He figured he might as well use this opportunity to get a lesson in. "I think you make a handsome little prince, but you're not going to be the type of prince to order people around. You're going to be a kind prince."

Draco nodded. "I don't want to be mean. People don't like you when you're mean to them."

"Good," Harry said with satisfaction. "You can still be a little prince, though," he said, smiling at Draco. "If nothing else, you tend to dress the part." He reached over and ruffled Draco's hair.

Draco broke out in giggles. "Is that true?" he asked, looking up at Blaise, who was staring at Harry in amazement.

"Yes, Draco. I'm not sure how Harry knew it, but that's the chair you always sit in and you do tend to play that kind of game a lot," Blaise said. Blaise shook his head like he was trying to clear it. "Well, little prince, what do you say? Do you want to go check out the dorm where all your things are?"

Draco nodded enthusiastically and scrambled down from the chair. He automatically grabbed Harry's hand, but then he tentatively reached for Blaise's hand as well. Blaise took the offered hand with a grin and led them down a long hallway. At the very end, he opened a door and ushered them into a large dorm room.

Overall, Harry supposed it really wasn't that different from his own dorm room. The shape of the room was different, this room being a lot longer, but it still had five beds with trunks at the foot of each. There were wardrobes for each student, and one glance told Harry where Draco's area was. Harry pointed down to the far end of the room.