Being Evil Isn't So Bad

The Dormitories

Harry and Draco followed the Slytherin prefect to their rooms, leading the other Slytherin first years. After the prefect said the password Draco was dragging Harry in, and looking under all the beds.

"Draco," Harry said, "what are you doing?"

Draco huffed impatiently and said, "Honestly, Harry. I'm looking for my father's name. It's a Slytherin tradition for us to carve our names under the beds."

Harry nodded and followed Draco, "Found it!" Harry said. Draco rushed over and checked, humming approvingly he said, "That's my father's!"

"Take that bed," Draco said, looking at the bed beside his own.

"But what if someone else's name's below it?"

"Malfoys get first claim, and if I want you to have that bed, you will," Draco said, turning to unpack his trunk.

"Okay," Harry said, setting his stuff down on the bed.

Baise took the bed on Draco's other side, and Crabbe and Goyle took the ones opposite of them. The other first hears scattered, not bothering to check for names. Draco pulled his wand out of his pocket, telling Harry to do the same.

"It's easy, just hold your wand down and carve it in," said Draco, who then mumbled the spell. "Like so."

Harry did the same, adding a little flourish to the end of his name. The other first years soon followed suit.

"Okay everyone. I'm Draco, Draco Malfoy. This here," Draco says, pulling Harry towards him, "is Harry Potter. Now, you listen to us."

One of the first years who Harry didn't recognize asks why they should, and Draco glared and said, "Because my family is loyal to the Dark Lord."

Several gasps were heard around the room, and Harry just raised an eyebrow questionably, to which Draco mouthed that he'd tell him later. Harry shrugged at everyone and turned back to his trunk.

The other Slytherin's eyes widened before they too returned to their luggage. Harry just rolled his eyes at the few kept staring.

What was the big deal about this Dark Lord? Harry wondered.

After Harry had unpacked he surveyed the room, noticing all the greens, blacks, and silvers. Draco had a lot of silver coloured stuff, Harry noticed. Personally, Harry's favorite colour was green. Harry sighed happily, he was glad to have new friends and to be a Slytherin. He flopped back on his bed, his hand tracing the names carved in, his included.