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Arriving at Hogwarts was almost like a dream to you, not like a reality. You've heard so much about the school it surprised you to see it in person, standing in all of it's glory, especially after The Battle Of Hogwarts. Hagrid took you to multiple areas of the castle before even coming close to the dining hall, he did it with all the new students. You stuck out because you were the only eighth year with all the first years which was kind of embarrassing to be completely honest. You got many stares as you passed numbers and loads of locations in the school. You couldn't figure out whether they were malicious stares or regular ones because everyone had their eyes fixated on you in that group.
"Alright.. 'ere here." Hagrid told the group, putting a palm on the dining hall door, the entrance gracefully opening as it took it's time. You looked at the four tables, banners with different colors hovering on top of each of them. You wondered what those meant as you slowly walked to the middle of the dining hall, all of it's eyes on the first years, and you, an eighth year. You looked to your front, Professor Marazion standing in front of the podium, his head shape tilted in a wise glare. You and the small group stopped in your tracks right in reach of the principal, the thundering of footsteps finally disappearing. You looked around, catching your eyes on Hermione, Ron, and Harry, who were waving and smiling frantically at you. You smiled back and sent a slight wave, not wanting anyone else besides them to see you doing so.
"Welcome all the new first years.. and transfer student. You will be getting sorted into your rightful houses this evening, known as the four impeccable and remarkable houses. First we have Ravenclaw, for the witty and intelligent, Hufflepuff, for the caring and affectionate, Slytherin, for the cunning and curious, and finally Gryffindor, for the brave and the courageous. Each of these houses have their own meaning, and divide all our students so it's easier to sort." Professor Marazion told the each of you. You grimaced at the 'transfer student' word, realizing he noticed you there.
"Can we first have.. { first name } { last name }? Since you're a transfer student and all." Professor Marazion asked. You winced slightly at how quick he was to call you out. You sighed, slowly stepping up on the stairs and seating yourself on the chair. You sighed, getting yourself fixated and comfortable before Professor Marazion placed a strange, large, witch's hat on your head. You soon realized it could talk as you flinched at the hat's breathing. You were hoping for Slytherin as you loved the colors of the house and felt as if the words of the house fit you.
"Hmm.. you'd be a perfect shoe in for Gryffindor.. you have a lot of bravery in that little body of yours... however you fit a lot more in Slytherin.. you speak parcel tongue.." The hat muttered quietly towards you. You huffed and shook your head, not wanting Gryffindor for some odd reason. You weren't as brave as you were cunning.
"No.. not Gryffindor. Please, not Gryffindor." You mumbled to the hat. You felt it shift on your head from your sudden talking.
"You sure?" The hat questioned.
"Yes.. I'm sure." You reported to the talking hat. It took a large heavy breath before revealing the house you were designated in.
"SLYTHERIN!" The hat screamed. You were excited and happy that it put you in Slytherin, however realizing two seconds later Harry, Hermione, nor Ron were in Slytherin, and they were in Gryffindor. They had an expression of melancholy sadness as you hurried over to the table, sitting down alone without them, wondering if you made the right decision. As the sorting continued you looked at the people around you and immediately noticed Draco, who was, out of context, staring at you like he did on the carriage, with all that lust and power. You soon however noticed a girl looking at you with medium length brown hair that covered a side of her face, noticeably powerful green eyes, and all tied together with a mysterious personality, which attracted someone like you.
"Hello." You heard the girl talk to you as your focus brought attention to her.
"Oh, hi! My name's { first name } { last name }, how about you?" You politely asked her.
"I'm Pansy Parkinson, it's nice to meet you." She introduced, shaking your hand softly. You recognized her gentle care and touch, making her more likable in your opinion.
"It's nice to meet you too.. I love your eyes." You complimented, to which she seemed to be flustered at the compliment, shifting in her seat.
"Thank you, I like your hair." She commended. You smiled and nodded in reply, watching the last first year get sorted into Hufflepuff. The dining hall looked just like a fairytale to you as you still admired how grand and beautiful it is.
"Time for a celebration! Reveal the food please!" Announced Professor Marazion as you stared at the table, the coverings of the dishes floating and being removed to reveal gorgeous meals. You noticed everyone was extremely hogging parts of the food, stuffing it all onto their plates like hungry wards. You looked at a nearby salad, smiling and hovering some of it onto your plate, then adding a small bit of steak next to it to top it off. You munched on the crunchiness of the lettuce, your tongue exploding with flavor. You hummed to yourself in awe as you took another bite, this time getting a bit of every ingredient in the salad. You couldn't conceive your large grin as the food was just too good, your eyes squinting with happiness.
"The food's good huh? One of the reasons I came back." Pansy snickered, making you chuckle a bit.
"You're an eighth year too right?" You pondered to which she nodded in reply. You grinned and realized you were going to make plenty more friends in Slytherin that year you had nothing to fear about. There were many other eighth years in the house as well. You continued to eat peacefully until someone tapped you on your shoulder, catching your attention.
"Hi { last name }. I'm your Slytherin prefect, Delina Rosier. A prefect is someone who has extra authority on a group of students directed by the Headmaster, just so you know. I wanted to hand you your tie, for wells sake since you looked so peaceful sitting here I thought it would be a good time to." Delina informed you, placing the tie on the table.
"Ah, thank you then Rosier."
"Just call me Delina." She smiled, going back to where she was originally seated.
"Ugh, I hate that girl." Pansy insulted, a clear look of annoyance shown on her face.
"How come?"
"For starters, she's so strict it hurts. Always blabbering about on what the Headmaster would do, it's pathetic. I heard she's tried to drug Draco like once or twice too which is awfully concerning." Pansy Parkinson secretly whispered to you.
"You mean Draco Malfoy?" You questioned.
"Obviously." Pansy assured. Your face shot a look of disgust as you took a small glance at her chuckling with some food on her fork. How could someone be that weird? You thought to yourself as you ate another piece of lettuce, your face rotting with annoyance. You sighed, noticing Hermione, Harry, and Ron getting up from their seats, signaling you to come with them with a wave and a lip movement for "come here". You looked at them, determined to leave, sitting up and taking a fast bite of your salad and steak before heading out.
"I'm going to go. It was nice to meet you Pansy."
"Nice meeting you as well, { first name }." You took a quick grin, then running towards the trio while hysterically laughing, hugging Hermione as a greeting and waving towards Harry and Ron. You walked off with them, taking a small glance at the Slytherin table, noticing Draco and Pansy both saw that as you were about to walk out the door. You walked in the hallways with the each of them, taking in the beautiful castle.
"Slytherin huh? I didn't think they would sort you in Slytherin." Ron told you as you chuckled, amused at their reaction.
"I'm kind of sad to be honest that the only girl I meet and have an actual good friendship with gets sorted into Slytherin. I won't be able to share a dorm with you now!" Hermione teased as you both laughed playfully at her comment, "But seriously, what did the sorting hat say to you { first name }?"
"It actually did consider Gryffindor, but said I would be a better Slytherin."
"Did the hat say why?" Harry asked you.
"'Cause I speak parcel tongue and I'm... cunning?" You informed the trio, questioning why the hat actually sorted you into Slytherin.
"Oh wow! You speak parcel tongue? You know, Harry used to be able to do that when You Know Who was in him." Hermione told you, taking note you didn't take it well when you said the man's name.
"I mean, it makes sense. Voldemort did so as well." You realized you said his name as your eyes widened, no longer feeling the effects of paranoia when his name was said. Your surprised expression quickly became a shocked smile as your eyes turned to Hermione, the both of you squealing in excitement.
"You said it! You said his name!" She congratulated you, hand in hand with her as you both jumped up and down frantically with no pauses included.
"Don't get too excited.. here comes Malfoy." Ron sneered, your head turning as you watched Draco walk down the hallway, almost passing you when he reached for your arm, dragging you off. Confused, you shared a look of shock with Hermione, Ron, and Harry as the boy completely dragged you off, your feet shuffling on the hallway ground as you passed by many twist and turns. You were so perplexed you didn't even fight him off as he pushed you into a small corner, his hair looking ruffled and messy while his collar slightly tilted and the upper buttons of his collared shirt opened.
"Don't hang out with them." He shot at you.
"Malfoy, they're my friends. What more do you want from me? I'm in Slytherin for god's sake!" You whined back, watching his expression grow colder by the minute.
"You're right. You're a Slytherin, which gives you even more of a reason to shut them out." He demanded, your eyebrows tilting into a sorrowed emotion, your eyes glistening in sadness and loss of hope.
"Why is this what you wish?" You questioned, taking a step forward, your back arching as you yelled back helplessly.
"One, that Granger's a mudblood, two, you're a pureblood and a Slytherin, three, if you want to continue our cadaver you will. Even with all these reasons, our house considers them as traitors, filth. Your friendships in the Slytherin house wouldn't last if they knew you were sneaking away with such an infamous trio." He muttered to you, his melancholy appearance hurting you every second as you stared into his dark, lustful eyes. You didn't even know if he wanted the best for you or not as you remained with no words for a good minute.
"Why do you want me to lose this? Friends? Draco, you're being selfish. Why should I care about what other people have to think of it? It's not like I made connections with them." You whispered for him to hear. You watched him sigh, shoving his hands in his pockets furiously as he interrogated you.
".... Do you really care for them?" He asked, his emotions slowly degrading from worse to bad.
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"Why wouldn't I? Friends are friends, Draco. Have some compassion." You told him, your eyes beading into his like two daggers sliced into his orbs. You wanted to convince him as much as possible, for Hermione, Harry, and Ron really are good people. Why did you want to throw that away just because of a sorting? He shook his head a tad bit, his eyes shutting for a moment and then reawakening, his demeanor relaxing in his stance.
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"Fine." He accepted. Your eyes immediately shot up with joy, your frown fading into a hopeful smile. You were proud that he was able to accept something that he would never be able to tolerate. He noticed this, only staring at your face, entranced from your emotion and how much love you really have for others. It surprised him really, a female sorted into Slytherin loving the kids of the rivalry house. You jumped up and down excitedly, running up to him and pulling him into a giant bear hug. You felt his body tense up at the embrace, however soon soothing into it. You could only notice he was so distant when it came to physical affection for an odd reason.
"Thank you Draco." You told him, leaning upwards to kiss his cheek, running off into the hallway happily. He stood there for a minute, his palm leisurely rising up to his face, placing itself onto his cheek where you kissed him, touching the remembrance of your lips. His hand soon left his cheek as he shook himself lightly, shoving away all the emotions from your pleasure and heading down the opposite direction where you went, with nothing to say and nothing to do, off to his first night in Hogwarts that year...
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