If Harry Potter Was In Slytherin (The Sorcerer’s Stone) Chapter Four: Putting Him To Use
Draco inwardly cursed at Harry Potter. He had waltzed over to the Slytherin table, sat down, called Slytherins jerks (even though he was one himself, the idiot) and now he was ignoring everyone else. Not that Draco wanted to talk to him- he doubted Potter’s idea of a conversation would hardly be more intelligant than Crabbe’s or Gole’s.
But maybe, just maybe, Harry could end up being a source of power. If Draco aimed his bludgers right, he could use Harry to control the school- at least, all the students in the school. All he had to do was shape Potter up a bit first, and Potter was such an idiot that it couldn’t be too hard.
Aah, yes, Draco would be the Slytherin seeker soon, as well as the most admired student in the school. All it would take is a bit of cunning- and he had tons of it as a Slytherin. This couldn’t be that hard...
Draco sighed as he sat down in the Great Hall right next to Idiot Potter, and forced himself to speak kindly- even though this dispicable creature didn’t deserve that.
“Hello, Potter,” Draco murmured, trying to make his eyes look polite, harmless... anything for the power he wanted.
“Er... hi,” Idiot Potter replied, quietely. He glanced up from his plate of food to meet Draco’s eyes before looking down again.
Draco could not beleive it- Potter was acting self-conscious. That slight show of emotion proved that Potter was not quite as idiotic as he had presumed. It also made Draco wonder how, with all magic and hidden thoughts in mind, Harry Potter was in Slytherin. Slytherins were confidant, and proud- not quiet and self-concious. Unless Potter’s house placements were what caused this behavior- though why would the Sorting Hat place someone in a house they hated?
Pushing back his questions, Draco managed a small smile. “Everything’s going good for you, I presume?”
The Potter Boy seemed to suspect something at that. He had looked up, eyebrows raised.
“Yes,” Potter replied. “Everything is fine.” The boy than added something that Draco could not quite hear, though he caught the words “better” and “before.”
“What was that last part?” Draco asked quickly. What was Idiot Potter admiting to? Was he saying that... he didn’t mind Slytherin? Or maybe he was just to ashamed to admit it. He shouldn’t be ashamed! Harry did not know how amazing their house was...
“None of your buissness,” Harry said quickly, his eyes darting nervously. Ahh... so it wasn’t that he liked Slytherin, it was just better than something else.
“But it is my buissness,” Draco responded rapidly. “We are in the same house... meaning that we are, say, required to be ‘freindly’ with one another- do if there is anything troubling you, you must let me know.”
“I don’t know who you think you’re kidding, but it’s not me,” Harry muttured. “It’s quite obvious that you don’t care about me- you only care about what you can get from me.”
Draco did his best to hide his surprise. Either Potter was better at reading emotions than he had thought possible, or Draco was not as good at lying as he thought. Both of those options would have horrible outcomes, but it did not matter.
Soon Draco would control the school- and then maybe he could finally get the attention from his father that he had always been denied.