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AN: It's 1o'clock in the morning and I'm bored so I'll write a harry potter fanfic.!!! wee!!!! ;)
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"This year, we will be having some... transfers. As you may put it." Dumbledoor looked into the audience of students in front of him. "These pupils are in from the muggle world. Just recognizing their magical talents, nore have they been on waiting, we had Hagrid retrieve these students as soon as we were aware of their discovery." His half-moon spectacles glowed in the light. "I trust you will treat these students as your own? Yes? Then on with the sorting. The students will be sorted after the first years."
Malfoy looked to the side smirking at Blaise. Like he'd treat these muggles as his equal. He treated no one as his equal. No one was worthy. The first years piled in looking around nervously. They were called up one-by-one. A few in to Hufflepuff, a few to Ravenclaw. As usual. Malfoy looked around boredly. He slowly drifted to sleep...
The enormous doors opening yet again rudely awakened Malfoy. He drowsily looked up to see a few students standing in front of the sorting hat. A boy a bit younger than Malfoy. He had black hair parted to the left of his head. He kept swinging his head to the right to keep his hair out of his eyes. His bangs covered his eyes so it was impossible to see his eyes. He was dressed as a muggle. Tight jeans and a shirt that read 'UNDEROath'. Malfoy looked away in disgust. Another girl maybe a bit older with brown hair looked at him. She had brown eyes and glasses in front of them. Her face was covered in acne. It took a lot for Malfoy not to throw-up at the site. The last was a girl. A hood covered her face. Her jeans looked as if they were painted on her legs and she had high-top converse. Malfoy tilted his head in interest.
Suddenly Dumbledoor boomed "Damien, you may have the honor of going first." The boy with black hair stepped up. He put the hat upon his head and sat..
"Hmmm... Very difficult, very difficult indeed. A dark boy no doubt. Very talented..." The hat pondered for a moment. "SLYTHERIN!" The hat shouted.
Malfoy groaned. A muggle at Slytherin. Filth. Outrage! How dare they! Malfoys thoughts were cut short by another announcement from Dumbledoor. "Shara!" If you please?" The girl with brown hair stepped up to the platform. She smiled nervously. She placed the hat upon her head and sat.
"No thinking here! RAVENCLAW!!" The hat shouted confidently.
Malfoy sighed in relief. That boy was enough. He didn't need more filth at the pureblood table. It was enough to allow them into the school. But intruding his table! Malfoy grew angry. Before he could loose it another comment from Dumbledoor was made.
"Raven, your hood?" He said. The girl looked up.
"Why?" She said angrily. "Should I?"
"If you please." He said gesturing to the sorting hat.
The girl stomped up the platform. When she reached the top she took off her hood revealing long black hair and purple eyes. The girl was very pale making her lips look even redder. Malfoy looked at her in astonishment. He found himself attracted to the girl. The girl replied to his stare. She looked upon him calmly. Her eyes scanning him carefully. Almost like a test. She smirked slightly as sat. Malfoy found himself smirking too. Suddenly it hit him. 'NO! She is below you. You must find a true Slytherin Princess!" But he was too busy staring at the girl they called Raven.
"UH! Such dark, depressive thoughts for a young lady! I would think to be sorting Edgar Allen Poe! Why so depressed, dear?" The sorting hat questioned the girl.
"Fuck off." She stated calmly. "Is this a therapy session or a school?"
"Oh, well now. You wouldn't want me to reveal your thoughts would you, dearie?"
"Go ahead, dearie." She mocked him.
"Well, well, drinking, abuse, and..." The hat suddenly stopped. He got a look of almost sadness upon his leather face. "Well... Enough now. "Slytherin!" As she left, Malfoy couldn't help but wonder what had made the hat stop. The hat couldn't possibly feel emotion so it had to have been bad. What thoughts lie beyond the mind of Raven? Malfoy couldn't wait to find out...
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After the feast, Malfoy looked around for the girl. He saw her sitting by Damien. He felt jealous. "Anything...wrong...Malfoy?" muttered Crabb. "Wha.. No." He said turning away. He had to face the facts... He was jealous. He was a man-whore... The thought made him laugh. He played with girls like yo-yos. One after another. But something about Raven made him want her more than any other girl. Something was different about her. He tried to talk himself out of her but it was no use. He was infected.
The girl turned away from Damien to look at Malfoy. Malfoy jumped at the chance. He was not one to have esteem problems. He knew he was hot. He smirked at her. He did the 'chin up' to her. She replied with a tilted look. She blinked and turned away. Malfoy was angry. Why didn't she come to him? This was going to take work but Malfoy was determined to have her hoping after her would be cured of the 'infection' as his father always put it. No longer want her. But it wasn't going to be that easy and Malfoy knew it.
Malfoy walked soberly like the rest of his group. To the dungeons.. When he saw Raven looking around desperately. He smiled and walked toward her. "Looking for someone?" He asked coolly. She calmed herself down and looked at him. "Are you a Slytherin?" She said.
"It just so happens I'm the Slytherin Prince." He said confidently.
"Really? Then you can tell me where the dungeon is?" She said
"I can... IF you do something for me." She smirked.
"Like what?"
"What are you willing to do?"
"Just take me to the fucking dungeon." She snapped.
Malfoy was shocked. He had never had a girl snap at him before. Not even his mother. It appealed to him.
"Not so cocky now are ya?" she said humorously
He laughed it off. "Follow me." He smiled at her. When she smiled back he blushed. So did she.
This wasn't going to be a one-night strand.
"Dumbledoor?"
"Yes?"
"I must have a word."
"You may speak."
"That girl..." The hat spoke softly. "She had dark thoughts... Darker than a normal teen should have.."
"Explain?" Dumbledoor said calmly.
"An unbreakable depression and self-hate. Horrible memories and flashbacks... It's not normal. I'm worried. She needs help."
"We will see how she cooperates. I will take action on her dependency."
"Dumbledoor..."
"She will be safe here. I promise."
"I believe you Albus."
"Night."
"Night, Albus."
