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i like this ship! its exciting!

Title: The Colour Of His Eyes (3/?)
Author: Hannah, auto
Rating: PG-13 to R
Spoilers: None
Words: 3905 in this chapter, 11,100 overall.
Main Character(s): Draco/Harry
Summary: A potions incidient goes wrong changes Dracos life more than he knows. Now he has to change his views on the world, while dealing with some new problems. Including an infuation with Harry Potter, and an unexpected friendship with Neville and Ron.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. Previous chapters can be found here

My beta isn't replying and i wanted to give y'all a new chapter. so here you go!!

Draco was able to follow the crowd into the great hall, but nonetheless he kept his watcher in his hand ready to activate it the instant he needed it. He heard whispers erupt up as he came to a stop by running into the back of the person in front of him. He frowned wishing he could see what had happened to cause whatever anxiety was running through the crowd.

“Welcome students, I am sure you are all wondering why we have seats as well as tables this year. The ministry has asked up to resort everyone. Because of this I kindly ask that you take seats as we resort house by house, and the new students. We will start with the new students,” McGonagall – the new headmistress now that Dumbledore was dead – spoke.

A flurry of whispers and movement followed her words as Draco stood there silent unsure of where to go or what to do. He knew he wouldn’t be able to find a chair without looking, and so it was no surprise when he felt a sense of anxiety creep up and take a hold of his emotions. It didn’t help when he felt a hand latch on his arm and he actually had to stifle a small scream that would’ve of cause one to many questions for him. He began to move quickly as the arm dragged him somewhere. He felt a little panicky at what was going to happen to him – he was never exactly on good terms with anyone.

“Thought you might need some help there Draco,” Neville said before he stopped walking. “Sit,” Neville said.

“Thanks,” he muttered as he did as he was told starting slightly when he felt someone sit down on either side of him, he knew one was Neville, but he wanted to know who the other was. He turned about to ask who it was but then McGonagall bade them to be silent as the sorting hat began its song.

He clapped his hands with the rest of the student population before they quiet once more as the first first year was called up to be sorted. A few moments past in silence before the hats voice rung out with a clear “Ravenclaw,” followed by loud cheering, from everyone it sounded like.

He slouched down in his seat more and more as more students went and got sorted – into all the houses except Slytherin. IT seemed as if Draco was well and truly the last Slytherin this year, and he couldn’t really help but realize that he had expected it. No one wanted to be in that house, especially this close to the end of the war – even Draco didn’t want to go into that house, but he had a feeling he was going to have to resign himself and deal with being in the dungeons by himself.

“Abbott, Hannah,” McGonagall called the first Hufflepuff student to the stands.

A hush fell over the crowd – it was silent enough that Draco could hear her footsteps to the platform. He felt himself holding his breath along with the rest of the school, all of this was going to be time consuming, and yet he didn’t doubt for a moment that it would go by quickly.

“Slytherin,” the hat called out resorting her into the same house.

Silence followed the announcement as shocked whispers filled the room, none more shocked than Draco. He didn’t know how a Hufflepuff just got sorted into his house and he was beginning to worry.


Draco didn’t know how much time had passed, so far everyone had been resorted into houses – a lot ending up in Slytherin, but most of them just went back to their original houses. He didn’t know if this was a good or bad thing. A good thing was that he wouldn’t have to deal with them, but a bad thing was that he seemed to be more and more isolated as time went by – but that was too be expected, he was the only true Slytherin left.

There was always the idea of him asking the hat to place him in another house, just so he would have the company of people he knew belonged there. But he highly doubted he would fit in. He had terrorized the students from each house for the past six years, and he didn’t think he was going to be welcome with opened arms. Neville only talked to him because he had gotten a chance to actually talk to him and a chance for the two of them to get to know each other. He would’ve never guessed that he and Neville had so much in common.

No one else would be willing to do the same thing. They would all just glare at him and taunt him for his blindness just like he used to taunt them for their faults. It was his fault that he was going to get the silent treatment. It seemed that karma did come back and bite you in the butt at the more inopportune moments.

The last Ravenclaw, Boot, was called to the stands and unsurprisingly he went into Slytherin. The first Gryffindor was called to the stands. Draco slipped down in his seat a little more, he knew where the Gryffindor was going to go, and he knew there was no way that it would change. After all, he had no evidence to believe it otherwise.

He wished he could see everyone’s face, wished he could see what kind of emotions were playing out over their face, to see if they were as scared of this as he was, to see if they wanted to run away and hide from the world. He had promised himself that he was going to be strong this year and he was going to be nice. So far he had managed to be decent towards the golden trio, but he was scared, he felt like running home and spending the rest of his life hiding behind his mother and his name. But some part of him was grounded here, it was his second home, there was no way to abandoned it. He needed to stay here and prove to the world that he was worth something, and that he could amount to something.

The sound of cheering form the people around him prove that once more the person was sorted into the same house.

“Longbottom, Neville,” the headmistress called out as the body to his right shifted and stood up heading towards the podium. Draco sat up a little more wondering if Neville was going to go back into Gryffindor or into another house. He would do well in Hufflepuff – he was loyal and sweet – but over the summer he had also learned that he would do quiet well in Ravenclaw – he was a lot smarter than Draco had to give him credit for.

“Gryffindor,” the hat called out after what seemed like an eternity, it seemed to have taken a lot longer than was necessary to sort someone. Maybe the hat was having a hard time doing so many students at once.

“Potter, Harry,” McGonagall called out. About three seconds later the fated word came out amidst cheering once more as he made his way to his table.

Draco could feel the air around him grow less and less heavy as more and more people move away from the seats around him and towards the stage.

“Weasley, Ron,” McGonagall called out and the body on his left moved to stand up causing Draco to squeak a little in surprise. He had been expecting lots of different people sitting next to him, but not one of them had been Weasley. Draco blinked as he tried to get his mind around the fact that he had been sitting next to Weasley for the past few hours, and that he hadn’t been hit, hexed or yelled at. In fact the presence had been something akin to comforting, but that might’ve only been because he didn’t know who it was.

“Gryffindor,” the hat called out. Draco snorted slightly; he was a little surprised. Neville had told him what Ron had done during the war, and some of the things he had been told or had read were enough to make even his stomach churn.

Draco swallowed slightly as he realized that Weasley had been the last of the Gryffindors, and now there was only him left. He reached a hand out to his side expecting a chair to be there, but was surprised when he felt nothing. His mind quickly grasped onto the fact that the chairs must’ve been disappearing as the students got out of him. He felt even more exposed now that he was the only student on the floor; he could feel their eyes boring holes into him.

“Malfoy, Draco,” McGonagall called to him softly. She sounded as tired as he felt. He realized that she hadn’t even said Slytherin; it wasn’t like there were anymore of him. He was an endangered species, the only free original member of the Slytherin house in the world. It was sad to think that he was once the prince of the house, the one that everyone said would end up following You-Know-Who and doing his bidding without a second thought. And yet here he was, the only one still able to come and finish his education.

He realized that he was still sitting on the chair and knew he must have a panicked look on his face. With a sigh he stood up picking the watcher out of his pocket and whispering his destination before he let it go to float up next to his ear. He began to walk slowly his hands in his pockets glad that he was blind. He could heard them speaking as he walked the long trek to the front of the great hall. He could hear them asking each other why he was there, and wasn’t he supposed to be in jail. He felt anger boil to the surface of his body and he was glad that he still had his cap on; it meant he could pull it low over his eyes hiding their colour and their need to change without warning from the great hall.

He swallowed as he felt his head hit the bottom step and gingerly he stepped up a hand at his side looking for the seat.

“To your right Mr. Malfoy, and please remove your hat,” he heard McGonagall whisper slightly, only for his ears. He smiled a tight lipped thanks as her as he sat down closing his eyes as he removed the hat and waited for the familiar feel of the hat on his head.

He wondered briefly if the hat was going to scream the house he belonged in as the hat hovered over his head, or he would have a chance to hear what exactly it was going to tell him. He felt the hat settle down on his head, so far so good.

“Ah, welcome back Mr. Malfoy. I am surprised to see you, yes indeed. So much has changed in seven years has it not? I see you have had some misfortune, losses in the family, and friends. I can see you’re scared and not sure of yourself. You could go back to Slytherin, but I sense some doubt in you, so maybe that will not be a good idea, the people in there are. different from you, and you would not get along with them,” the hat mused as Draco squeezed his eyes tighter.

“Not Hufflepuff, you are simply not right for them, Ravenclaw is a maybe, but I can sense some animosity with someone in that house. You have the mind for it, maybe maybe maybe,” the hat continued.

Draco wanted to cry out maybe what? The hat was beginning to drive him insane, he was sure that he was here long than anyone else, and it was making him nervous.

“Remember the choice I gave you all those years ago? Slytherin or Gryffindor and how you wanted to be in Slytherin – this time I don’t think I’m going to give you that choice. You were chanting Slytherin in your head as you sat down so I have you that house, but this time I shall not. I guess if those three houses are out of question there is only one place to go and you shall go to - ,” the hat continued ignoring Draco’s inner torment.

“Oh please no,” Draco breathed his body tensing as he realized where he was going to end up.

“Gryffindor,” the hat called out in what could only be called a cheery and mischievous voice.

Silence followed the declaration as Draco felt his body freeze up his eyes snapping open and wide. His grip tightened on the edge of the chair as his breathing was shallow. He was froze in place, he couldn’t move, couldn’t believe that he had just been placed in Gryffindor of all houses, not Ravenclaw; he could handle Ravenclaw, hell he could handle Hufflepuff, but Gryffindor was something that he wasn’t used to.

“Mr. Malfoy, you need to head to your table,” McGonagall said her voice betraying the shock and confusion that he was feeling himself.

Draco felt her hand on his shoulder urging him slightly to move and he did walking with jerky steps his eyes still wide with shock and fright. He moved slowly the sound of his steps echoing in the silence of the hall. He never felt more exposed to the world that he did right then, he felt if his wards and barriers and shields were stripped away all at once leaving him naked and vulnerable to the world, as if everyone could read his emotions.

“Heya Draco, you can sit here,” Neville called out into the silence causing a flurry of whispers to fill the air once more. It was not much better than the silence, but at least it was something. He thought he was getting closer to the table, but it was taking a lot longer than he thought it would be. He was glad he was blind at this time, it meant that he wouldn’t have to see the eyes of everyone around him boring into him and judging him without getting to know him.

All of a sudden he was face first on the ground followed by the sounds of laughter coming from where he though Ravenclaw should be. He thought he could hear Terry above them all, but the blood was rushing through his ears as he felt his face begin to blush.

“Silence,” Snape’s voice boomed throughout the air. Instantly the entire hall was quiet the only sounds were breathing. “I do not know who cast that trip jinx, but if I do hear of someone attacking another student without their warning I will not hesitate to take away points.”

“It’s not like he didn’t deserve it,” someone muttered.

“Did you say something Mr. Macmillan?” Snape asked his voice dangerous.

Either the boy was too stupid to not answer or he really did have a death wish. “I said he deserved it,” Ernie said defensively.

“Attacking a student when he cannot see who is attacking him is not becoming of anyone,” McGonagall said effectively taking over.

“But Malfoy never misses when someone hex’s him, he always defends it,” Ernie continued effectively answering Draco’s question of whether or not he had a death wish.

Draco sighed as he rolled onto his back and sat up.

“Here, lemme help,” Neville said grabbing Draco’s hand and pulling him up without second warning.

“Thanks,” Draco muttered under his breath.

“None the less Mr. Macmillan, whoever attacked him should know better than to attack someone with his...unusual problem,” McGonagall was saying.

Draco groaned realized that what she said was effectively making him seem like a death eater in training, or at least that was how it sounded to him.

“Oh for fuck’s sake, just drop it ok?” Draco began loudly followed by a loud gasp from half of the student population, and from some of the teachers. Draco glared around at the ground before heading towards where he hoped the table was.

He felt a hand on his arm guide him to his seat and he snapped a quick thank you to whoever helped him before dropping his head into his arms on the table and refusing to look up. He could feel his body begin to shake a little with uncontrolled anger. He had been trying so hard to keep it all it, to ignore the whispers and the stares that he could feel down his spine.

Draco heard Neville begin to say something before McGonagall began to talk, “Well then, now that the sorting is over I guess it is time to make a few announcements. I am sure all of you are wondering what we are going to do about Quidditch this year – with the newly sorted houses – I am sure you all realize playing against former members of your house will not be easy. We discussed the possibility of not having a tournament this year – but I doubt that would work. So instead we are going to have eight different teams with six different captains – two from each house and they will be announced shortly - and we are going to hold tryouts and the captains will pick who they want – the only cinch is they have to agree on the people. The captains are going to be Ernie Macmillan, Michael Corner, Mandy Brocklehurst, Terry Boot, Susan Bones, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter. If you wish to play please sign up sometime during this week. Also, I am sure many of you wish to know who the Head Boy and Head Girl are. I am sure it is no surprise to any of you that Hermione Granger will be our head girl this year. And the Head Boy shall be Ron Weasley. And now I bid you adieu and enjoy your meal,” she finished amid silence.

Draco groaned as the announcement was made. Weasley was Head Boy, which meant his life was going to be a living hell. “Hey Weasley, guess you can’t take points from me this year,” Draco said with a impish smile.

“Can too,” Ron retorted.

“Only if you want Hufflepuff to win the house cup,” Draco said looking innocent.

“Oh, well bugger,” Ron said his voice dejected.

Draco grinned slightly before looking down again. He needed to eat, but he wasn’t all that hungry – his smile was belying the fact that he was upset over the turn of events.

“Draco, eat,” Neville’s chiding voice sounded from his left. He frowned and shook his head.

“Yeah mate, it might do you some good, you look like a stick,” Seamus said to his right.

“I am not a stick, I am lithe,” Draco replied indignantly.

“Light brown and the beginnings of blue-green,” Harry murmured to his left so only he could hear. He frowned wondering why the boy had the ever present need to point out his eye colour – was it supposed to help in some way.

“I still call it stick, now what do you want to eat. And you are going to eat or I will feed you like the child you are acting like,” Seamus said.

“You wouldn’t dare,” Draco replied with a gasp.


“Oh I would, welcome to Gryffindor, Malfoy,” Seamus said.

Draco began to grumble as he waited for his plate to be filled before eating a little of it and pushing it away. He closed his eyes his head resting in his arms once more wishing his life was over, or he took his mothers offer to transfer him to Durmstrangs or Salem, somewhere away from here.

“Oy Malfoy-“

“Draco, call me Draco,” Draco interrupted not wanting to be reminded of his father.

“Ok then Draco, its Seamus by the way. But what classes are ye takin’ this year?” Seamus asked.

“Advanced Potions, Advanced DADA, Advanced Runes, Advanced Muggle Studies, Advanced Herbology, Care of Magical Creatures and Astronomy. What about all of you?” Draco replied promptly and without emotion wanting to turn the conversation away from himself.

“Well I’m taking the same classes as you minus the Runes,” Seamus said with a shrug.

“I’m taking Advanced Herbology, Advanced DADA, Care of Magical Creatures and Advanced Potions. I’m also going to be Professor Sprouts assistant so I can learn more,” Neville said with about as much excitement as he could muster.

“Advanced Runes, Astronomy, Advanced Potions, Advanced DADA, Advanced Herbology, Muggle Studies, Transfiguration , Advanced Charms, and Arithmancy,” Hermione said promptly.

“Same as Hermione minus the Runes, Arithmancy and Astronomy,” Harry said with a shrug that Draco could feel.

“Care of Magical Creatures, Advanced Potions, Advanced Charms, Advanced Muggle Studies and Advanced Divination,” Ron said his voice get lower and lower until the last class was barely heard.

“What are you doing in Advanced Divination Weasley?” Draco asked confused. Ron muttered something unintelligible as Draco strained to hear it. “What’s that?”

“Ron said he’s in the class because we discovered he’s a psychic, can read what you’re thinking, and he’s working on his ability as a seer” Harry said followed by a thump that signed Harry slapping Ron’s back.

“So how in the hell do all of you keep your thoughts private?” Draco said a little surprised at this turn of event.

“With lots of practice. McGonagall got Snape to teach us Occlumency last year when we found out, so we can keep our minds intact,” Seamus said.

“Oh,” Draco said trying to process that information. He wasn’t sure he wanted Ron to know what he was thinking, he had never really gotten around to getting Occlumency during the summer – he was going to learn but then other things happened. He wondered if Ron knew what he was planning for this year.

“I am, and I don’t mind. I think it’s a good idea,” Ron said speaking up amid the silence.

Draco’s head shot up to stare wildly in the direction of where Ron was sitting. “Really brown,” Harry whispered. Draco chose to ignore him and instead frowned not really sure of what to do.

“Don’t worry about it, I won’t tell. You won’t believe the secrets I know,” Ron said with a laugh.

“Oh,” Draco said grimacing a little before dropping his head and staying like that thought out the rest of dinner. He was carefully thinking about not thinking until he figured out what to do about this little problem he now had.

He spent the rest of the time with his head down not really listening to the conversation around him. He didn’t want to be here right now, he wanted nothing more than to sink into the floor and never come out. But that was an option, so he was going to be the Slytherin than he knew deep down inside he was and bear it with as much grace and poise as he could manage.

“A Slytherin is perfect to the outside world, but on the inside he is twisted with the need to survival, survival of the fittest is the only option in the world,” he muttered to himself as he followed the rest of the group to his new home.

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