Here he was. He couldn't believe it. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Everything he had hoped for was finally here. Despite the rude and crude comments his parents had made about Hogwarts, Draco was excited. He wanted to learn all about Wizardry, even though he would never admit it.
He stood with the rest of the first years, ready to be sorted into Slytherin. Well, or course it would be Slytherin. His parents were Slytherin, his grandparents were Slytherin, even his great grandparents. Slytherin was the best house of them all, or at least that's what he was told. Slytherin was for cunning folks, who wanted something and would do anything to achieve it. His parents practically trained him for Slytherin, hanging posters on his walls and telling him all about the great witches and wizards that were in the Slytherin house.
"Draco Malfoy," Proffesor McGonagall shouted. Draco ran a hand over his blonde hair, and stood up in front of his fellow classmates with a smile. It was all beginning here. Everything he had been taught, how he had grown up. It was starting right now in front of his eyes.
"Ah, quite an easy choice." The hat whispered into Draco's head. 'Obviously,' Draco thought, while rolling his blue eyes.
"Gryffindor!" The hat shouted. Without thinking, Draco jumped up in anticipation. But then it came to him.
"What?" He blurted out towards the hat the was now back in McGonagall's hand. "No, no. There must be a mistake, this- this is not right!" Draco screamed. All of the students had gone silent. All eyes were on Draco.
"I'm sorry Mr. Malfoy, but the hat makes no mistakes. Please take your seat at the Gryffindor table." She placed a comforting hand on his back, which he shook off. This can't be happening. What would his family think? His friends? Draco took the long walk of shame to the red and gold colored table. He looked up to see Potter and his friends staring daggers at him. Draco took a seat at the far end of the table, all by himself.
'This must be a dream. No, no. Not a dream, a nightmare.' Draco thought. He closed his eyes, hoping when he'd wake up, he would be back in bed at his home, about to get on the Hogwarts Express for the first time. But when he opened them again, nothing happened. He was still sitting at the Gryffindor table, by himself, Crabbe, Goyle, and Snape all staring at him in confusion.
"You know," a female voice said, making Draco jump in realization that this was reality. "You know, everything happens for a reason. You're probably brave, and that's why the hat put you here." The bushy haired girl gave a soft smile. Draco wanted to smile back, and hug her for not insulting him or judging him, like most people did.
But he just stared back. "What would you know, you mudblood?" He whispered through gritted teeth. She looked down at her hands and walked back to her friends. He then again sat by himself with no one and nothing.
This wasn't how things were supposed to go.