Resorted

Chapter Two

"Wake up Potter!" The voice of the most obnoxious snake shouted through the curtains. He didn't move so Malfoy threw a pillow quickly to Harry, not much force behind it. Harry looked at his watch, rubbed his eyes then looked again.

"It's bloody five in the morning Malfoy! What are you playing at!" Harry shouted bolting from his pillow. Blaise appeared from the bathroom with perfect uniform then switched places with Malfoy.

"Now you're in Slytherin you need to look the part. I know you're not going to act it so that's the best we're gonna get." Blaise then threw a second pillow at Harry and that hurt a lot more than Malfoy. "Ouch! At least one of you doesn't throw like a girl!" Harry shouted loud enough for Malfoy to hear.
"Hey I heard that!"a muffled shout came through the door.
"Yeah and it's true!"

Around thirty minutes later, Malfoy emerged from hibernation. "Finally! How long does it take for you to shower?" Harry rolled his eyes.
"Oh, well I'm sorry I want to be presentable. Perfection takes time Potter. Not like you'd know anything about it."

Harry was done in ten minutes: his shirt half hanging out and he was still incapable of tying a tie normally. Not to even mention the messiness he called hair on his head, which was still partly wet.
"You are not going out looking like that Potter." Malfoy declared sitting Harry on his desk.
"What are you doing Malfoy!" Although, he didn't resist.
"I'm not going to hurt you, just stay still-" Harry felt too hands round his tie and looked at Draco's face. He was concentrating so much on his tie then hair his mouth was slightly open, Why did Harry think that!? "Done." Draco said ten minutes later.

Harry acciod the hand mirror on Blaise's bedside table to look at his hair which was fluffy, curly but still messy, although, it was now 'slytherin presentable'. Well, as Slytherin Presentable as Harry's hair can get. It was slightly slicked to the right, curled around the top.
"Wow thanks! I actually really like this! Think you can do it more often?" Harry complimented Draco's work.

"Er-sure. That means I can take as long as I want in the shower. Some people give an shite about their appearance unlike Scarhead over here." Harry playfully hit Malfoy on the arm. Malfoy had one hand subconsciously still in Harry's hair and another on his waist, Harry didn't complain.

"Are you two-" Blaise had walked through the door, "-sorry for interrupting your intimate moment. I'll let you finish." Blaise laughed while Malfoy chased him through the common room.

"Morning Harry! Oh new hair? Suites you." Hermione swung her arms around Harry as he walked to the main hall with Blaise, Pansy and Draco.
"Hermione, it was only one night, what did you think they'd do? Kill me?" Harry laughed and Hermione let go embarrassed. He turned to Ron, smile not there, it wasn't the moment Harry's name was called to Slytherin. "What's wrong?"

"You're one of the snakes mate... I mean, what else have you lied to us about?" Ron whispered because the company Harry was keeping appeared behind them.
Blaise, seeing Harry was busy and clearly in rage, placed a hand on his shoulder then said,"We'll meet you at the table mate" they were in earshot of the conversation, but far enough away.

"Just because I'm a Slytherin, does not automatically make me a liar! We have been best friends-no, brothers- for almost five years! Why does it matter I'm in-"

Harry was cut off by Ron, clearly he wasn't listening in the first place. "Who in merlin does he think he is calling you mate's?" Ron blurted louder than what he wanted to as Blaise began to walk over.

"He is a 'mate' Ron whether you like it or not. And actually, him, Malfoy and Parkinson have been nice to me so watch your tone. I don't mean to come off harsh. It's just that Slytherin isn't a bad house, it only gets it's bad reputation because Voldemort was in it." Harry told Ron. By now Blaise was behind Harry along with Draco.
"What have they done to you?" Ron asked back.
"Listen here Weasel, we haven't done anything, it's every other house that's the problem. They stuck us with the evil stereotype so we've stopped trying to fight against it." Parkinson told Ron square.