He knew he wasn't a normal pureblood wizard anymore. Hell, he wasn't even fully human anymore, but this couldn't possibly be his new normal, he would never be able to get used to all the colors. Draco sat down at the end of the Slytherin table, next to Blaise and looked up from the breakfast feast only to catch sight of the most beautiful set of swirling colors he had ever seen. A deep emerald curling around a shining gold, dancing around each other, mesmerizing Draco. When he looked closer to see who those colors belonged to however, he choked on his pumpkin juice. Of course it would be Harry Fucking Potter. Draco hung his head and groaned aloud, catching the attention of his best friend, Zabini.