Resorted

Chapter Fifty-Seven

Filing into Transfiguration, Harry and Draco sat at the back, Blaise with Neville in the middle and Pansy and Hermione at the front (because Hermione wanted). Draco wasn't surprised when he heard the two girls were together, even if he couldn't se the appeal of Granger- he is gay after all. Out of everyone, Draco never suspected Blaise to like Longbottom. They were the polar opposites, but maybe that's why they would work.

"Good morning Sixth Years." McGonagall announced standing at the front. A broken, tired chorus of greeting was sent back but she still smiled at them none the less. "Today, you will be taught how to transfigure clothing." She got her wand, pointing it at a hat on her head, "You can change a hat," she swished it transforming it to wrap around her neck, "into a scarf, a scarf" she pointed at the transfigured material again, "into a skirt. Any combination of clothes you think of can happen with one single spell." She put her wand onto the green skirt, "Consuo Vestiesque." And she changed it back to the hat. Each time she transfigured it, she did a different wand motion.

"Yes, miss Granger?" she called on Hermione seeing her hand in the air highly. McGonagall couldn't have been more shocked or more unsurprised by the events taking place so far. That Harry Potter was in Slytherin; the one of her most challenging students- although one of the most intelligent- had gotten with the newly sorted Potter; Miss Granger being in Ravenclaw, or her and Severus becoming more friends than mere acquaintances now.

"That means this spell must have originated from the physical morphing of metamorphmagi?"

"Correct, miss Granger. And that, is what your assignment is going to be about." People around the class groaned but Hermione, Draco and a few other Ravenclaws.

They tried the spell, imagining what item of clothing they wanted and changed it on their partner. To be funny, Draco changed Harry's trousers into a skirt. Turning bright pink, Harry begged for Draco to turn them back. Caving, the Blonde did as he was asked, but Harry managed to change his shirt into a tight fitting crop-top. Before it all got out of hand, McGonagall put a stop to their antics not wanting to see her favourite two students destroy her classroom (not that she would ever confess that information to them).

The next week had been fairly tame all things considered. Pansy and Hermione were dating in the confinements of empty classrooms, girls' bathrooms and any empty place they could find. Blaise had gotten quieter unfortunately. However, Draco had expected so with Octavia being like a mother more than the person who birthed him. Neville was the only one who could cheer him up, on occasion so could Draco. When they flooed to Grimmauld Place from Snape's office this time, Teddy and Laitan were hovering bricks together. When seeing Draco, Laitan scrambled over wanting to be picked up and Teddy did the same to Harry but changed his hair to be the black bird's nest.

"Excited for Slughorn's Party, Dragon?" asked Harry, watching Draco get dressed so elegantly it was mesmerising.

Draco soon grabbed the tie and wrapped it around his neck, "Indubitably: it's been too long without a formal party. Part of me misses my father's any excuse to hold a ball." At the reminder of his family, Harry saw the sad, reminiscent smile on his lips. He did what any good boyfriend would do and went over to Draco. "In the future, we'll go to every ministry ball we are invited to then." Harry kissed Draco's nose because, he found the way Draco scrunched his face up to be adorable.

"Sap"

"Prick"

"bastard"

"You love me."

"Hell if I know why." Sighed Draco, leaning in to give Harry a peck.

"Stop it right there you two." Hermione stern voice made them freeze just centimetres from each other's lips. "If you kiss now, you'll turn it into a snogging session and that is something I do not want to see before a party."