Not Mine
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Draco woke up and stretched in his bed. He felt extremely comfortable. This wasn’t his bed, he thought. This bed is so much nicer than mine!
He breathed in the air, it smelt better than the dungeons and he felt warmer. The he remembered where he was.
‘I'm in Gryffindor tower,’ he whispered to himself. ‘God…’
He crept out of bed and tiptoed around for a while, trying not to wake Seamus and Dean. He was looking for a bathroom, but in a strange place, in the dark, it wasn’t too easy.
‘Shit!’ he screamed, causing Seamus and Dean to shoot up, wands outstretched.
‘Sorry, I fell over the stupid trunk. I was looking for the bathroom.’
Seamus laughed and pointed him in the right direction.
Draco limped over to the bathroom and shut the door behind him. He switched on the shower, waiting for the cold water to flow down his back, but the cold water didn’t come. Instead, there was a warm flood of water searing down over his body.
‘I wish I was a Gryffindor, permanent.’ he said to himself.
As he rubbed shampoo into his white-blonde locks, he thought about his current situation.
‘I'm a Slytherin. No, I'm THE Slytherin and I'm in a Gryffindors bathroom. I slept in a Gryffindor bed last night and I've made Gryffindor friends. What the fuck am I doing? Any other Slytherin would have caused havoc by now and would be sharing his story with the rest of the house by now. But not me. I guess I'm different. And why does this shampoo smell so nice?’
He got out of the shower and made his way to Neville’s trunk. He pulled on his clothes, which seemed to shrink to fit his body. He looked at the clock. It was eight o’clock.
I should really wake these two, he thought.
‘Seamus, Dean? It's eight o’clock. Er, you might want to get up.’
‘Fuck off. It's only eight.’ Dean moaned.
‘Yeah,’ Seamus mumbled. ‘We’ll get up at half past.’
‘Okay,’ Draco said. ‘Sorry.’
He went into the common room, looking for lavender or Parvati. At least with them, he wouldn’t have to pretend to be Neville. Draco was so naturally graceful; he found it extremely hard to be clumsy Neville. He decided to go to the great hall. It's where he usually was at this time anyway.
*
Neville was also having the time of his life. He woke up at seven thirty because of the cool breeze flowing through his dorm. He got up and wasn’t burnt with a roasting shower. Then he delighted in wearing a set of robes which were three sizes too small for him. He then wasn’t bothered with waiting until half eight to wait for Seamus and Dean. He walked straight out of his dorm and ignored everyone who waved at him. No one thought it strange. He made his way to the great hall (he only got lost once!) and sat at the Slytherin table without having to be the cheery person he was expected to be. He was given strange looks by all the teachers, but when Draco Malfoy walked in and sat at the Gryffindor table, Dumbledore gave an understanding nod. No other teacher looked too happy but it wasn’t illegal so they couldn’t do anything.
Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny made their way to the great hall for breakfast. They were hoping to find Draco alive and well. Ron had had a dream about Seamus and Dean murdering him in the middle of the night. But they entered the hall and saw Neville sitting at the Slytherin table and Draco at the Gryffindor table, they knew everything was ok. Harry took this moment, when there was no one else in the hall, to talk to Neville. He scuttled over to the Slytherin table and leaned in to talk to Neville.
‘Are you alright?’ he asked.
‘Yeah! I'm having a great time! I'm being mean to everyone and having cold showers!’
‘So you’re happy to stay like this for another while?’
‘Yeah, sure I am! I'm going to try and find out some stuff tonight. Just to see if there are any conspiracies or anything!’
Harry clapped him on the back. ‘Thanks Neville.’
When breakfast was over, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Draco made their way outside to sit in the sun.
‘Well, how was it last night?’ Ron asked.
‘It was great!’ Draco enthused. ‘The beds are comfortable, the water’s warm and Seamus and Dean are really cool!’
‘Er…why wouldn’t the water be warm?’ Ron asked.
‘Well, you have to take cold showers in the morning down in the dungeons. And down there you get woken up by this really cold breeze! It's just a lot better up in Gryffindor.’
‘Oh right. You have to take cold showers?’ Ron asked, still astounded.
‘Yes.’ Draco said.
Ron burst into fits of laughter. ‘Cold showers!’ he gasped between giggles.
‘Why are you laughing?’ Draco said, in mock upset. ‘We Slytherins are treated awfully! And you Gryffindors are bloody spoilt! I hate my life!’
Ron and Draco fell about laughing, while Harry smiled, Hermione shook her head and Ginny smirked.
‘Thank God it's Saturday.’ Ron said.
‘Why?’ Hermione enquired.
‘Because we don’t have any classes!’
‘We don’t have classes anymore. We’re finished school now!’
‘Oh yeah. Well that sucks.’ Ron frowned.
‘Make up your mind, Ron!’ she smiled.
‘Well, classes suck if you are being forced to be there, but now we know we’re never coming back here after this week.’ he said.
‘Yeah Ron's right. I don’t wanna leave!’ Harry wailed.
‘You just don’t want to leave because you’ll be stalked by the press!’ Hermione laughed.
‘No! Maybe…’
‘Don’t worry; I'll protect you with my auror skills, Harry!’ Ron exclaimed, jumping up and waving his wand around like a sword.
‘Jesus, Ron! What has got into you? You’re extremely giddy today!’ Ginny asked.
‘I don’t know. Leave me alone, or I shall kill you with my auror skills!’
They all laughed as Ron hopped around trying to fight with some first years, who looked tremendously scared.
‘Speaking of aurors, has anyone sent away their application forms?’ Hermione asked. Ron stopped hopping and looked worried.
Harry’s eyes widened and Draco flinched.
‘Shit.’
‘Shit.’
‘Shit.’
‘Boys! You did remember to, didn’t you?’ Hermione pleaded.
‘Erm…well…I meant to.’
‘I just…fuck!’
‘Nope, clean forgot about it.’
‘What are you going to do? The closing date was today!’ Hermione shouted, loud enough to make people on the other side of the tree jump up and run away.
‘What can we do now?’ Harry asked, looking really scared.
‘I don’t know, Harry, but you better do something quick.’ she said, shaking her head.
‘Like what?’
‘I don’t bloody know! Go and get the form and give it to them through the fire for all the good it's going to do know!’ she screamed.
Harry jumped up. ‘Hermione you’re a genius! Come on you two!’
The three ran up to the head pupil’s tower and threw some powder into the fire. Harry put his head in and said, ‘Auror office, ministry of magic!’
His head spun around and landed in the fire of the auror’s office. Someone jumped up from a chair and pointed his wand at the fire.
‘State your name and business.’ he commanded.
‘Er, hi. I'm Harry Potter-’
‘Good Lord, are you really?’
‘Yes, and I was supposed to put in a form for the auror training course, but I forgot to send it. Me and my two friends were hoping that we could possibly hand in here?’
‘You and two friends, you say? Well, maybe you could do it, saying as you’re Harry Potter, but I'm not too sure about the friends.’ The auror said.
‘One of them is the minister’s son. Ronald Weasley.’ Harry pleaded.
‘Oh, that should be fine, and the other?’
‘Draco Malfoy.’
‘Wow! Backtrack…Draco Malfoy?’
‘Yes, Draco Malfoy.’
‘Are you positive?’
‘Yes! He’s here beside me!’
‘Really?’
‘Yes. Want to see?’ Harry said, rudely.
‘Yes, let him in.’
Draco squeezed his head in beside Harry’s.
‘Hello.’ he said.
‘So you are! Erm, are you trying to play a joke on me?’
‘No! Are you saying that I cannot become an auror because of who my family is? Just look at Sirius Black! He’s a legend in the world of good magic and he was from one of the darkest families in the history of magic! This is discrimination!’
‘Okay, okay. Give me the forms. But if you don’t get anything back, I haven’t been able to do anything.’
‘Thanks, mister. You’re cool.’ Harry said as he and Draco disappeared.