"Draco Malfoy!" Professor Mcgonagall called out to the first years. Draco took a breath, smoothed his hair and walked up the smooth marble steps towards the Sorting Hat. The old wooden stool wobbled when he sat upon it, afraid it would break, Draco tried to put most of his weight on the floor. Mcgonagall reached out and placed the Sorting Hat upon the young boy's head.

Draco, expecting the Hat to shout SLYTHERIN upon impact with his head, was surprised that there was silence. Draco's heart began to race, what was wrong? Was it broken?

Peculiar

Draco heard a voice in his head, the Hat's voice.

What's peculiar? Draco thought, hoping the Hat would hear him. Just put me in bloody Slytherin already. The Hat chuckled, oh, I'll tell you what house you belong in.

"GRYFFINDOR!" The Hat bellowed, announcing Draco's house. Draco didn't move, his already pale face, paled to a new shade of ghostly white. His mouth agape, he couldn't believe what he had heard, no one could.

Whispers started spreading. Isn't that Draco Malfoy? Aren't his whole family pureblood Slytherins? What's he doing in Gryffindor? Did the sorting hat make a mistake? Can it?

Professor Mcgonagall nudged Draco, "Join your house, Gryffindor's sit right there." Mcgonagall pointed towards the Gryffindor common room.

Shakily Draco stepped off the stool and slowly walked towards the Gryffindor table. No Gryffindors would make eye contact, they had a Malfoy in their house.

Hermione Granger, another first year, was already seated at the table. She was muggleborn and didn't know about the Malfoy legacy. When Draco sat at the very edge of the table, Hermione Granger slid over and sat across from him.

"Hello!" She said beaming.

Draco looked up at her, suspicious, "What do you want? To come and gloat?"

Hermione's brow furrowed, "Why would I gloat? You're a Gryffindor, I was just saying hi."

"Shove off, I know you're just gonna make fun of me."

At this point Harry and Ron had joined the Gryffindors.

"Don't bother with him." Ron said, "He's a Malfoy, he's not going to want to deal with us."

Hermione was confused, what was a Malfoy? Yet she moved back to her original seat, this boy didn't want to be bothered. He was probably homesick or nervous.

After the feast all students retreated to their Common rooms. Draco stared longingly as he watched the Slytherins walk towards the dungeons. He stayed in the back, following Percy Weasley, the Prefect, to the Gryffindor common room.

Once he was told his room Draco raced towards it. He wanted nothing to do with Gryffindors and wanted to just hide in his dorm. After some time his roommates joined him to unpack. Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, Neville Longbottom, Ron Weasley, and Harry Potter were Draco Malfoy's roommates.

Draco wouldn't talk to them, as they got to know each other Draco slunked in the corner.

As soon as he could, he went to bed, and the next morning he was the first to leave for breakfast.

Mail was always delivered during breakfast. Most students were receiving letters or little gifts from their parents, expressing their joy that their child made it safely to Hogwarts and that they got sorted into their house.

Draco received a howler. You could see the red envelope from a mile away. Every student in the great hall watched as the owl dropped the letter in front of Draco. At this point every Gryffindor was at the table, no student wanted to miss mail.

Harry, Ron and Hermione were sitting near Draco as the howler exploded.

"DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY! YOU HAVE DISRESPECTED AND DISHONORED THIS FAMILY. YOU SMUDGED DIRT OVER OUR GOOD NAME. DON'T BOTHER COMING HOME, NOT FOR CHRISTMAS, NOT FOR ANY HOLIDAY, NOT FOR SUMMER. IF YOU SO MUCH AS STEP FOOT IN OUR HOME I WILL PERSONALLY KICK YOU OUT. GOOD RIDDANCE BOY." The howler finished screaming and then burnt itself right in front of Draco.

Draco Malfoy sat, staring at the ash. Did his father just...disown him? Where would he go? Is this real? It had to just be a fit of anger, his mother would never let his father do this. But his mum was always terrified of his dad...

Draco looked up, Mcgonagall and Dumbledore were standing, staring at Draco, eyes full of worry. Draco pulled an uncaring face, "What are you all looking at? You've never heard an angry parent before? Of course he was joking!" Draco stormed out of the great hall. Once he was out, he ran, as fast as he could, straight to his dorm, no, he couldn't go there, people would find him. Draco turned around and made a bee line for the black lake. He decided he'd sit there until he had to leave for his first class, potions.

In potions Draco sat as close as he could to the Slytherins, he didn't talk to anyone, the only person Draco acknowledged was Professor Snape. The potions teacher.

Draco excelled at potions, he knew he would. Snape even praised him for it, but it didn't feel right. Snape was incharge of the Slytherin house, Draco was in Gryffindor, why on earth would Snape praise him?

Draco shook his head, it doesn't matter. All that matters is that he gets moved into Slytherin. There had to be a way, he knew there had to.