Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Harry Potter.
Written for 5000 F's challenge & The Short Haul challenge.
The Sorting Hat and Hermione Granger had been arguing for several minutes about where she should be sorted.
The Hat who Hermione kept referring to as Boo wanted to put Hermione in one of the four houses and she wanted to be. sorted into a house that didn't exist.
"Look Boo, I understand that everyone has to be sorted into one of the four houses, but you have understand' that I'd prefer to be sorted into the House of Marshmallows" Hermione said, trying her hardest to irritate the hat further.
"And as I have told you several times I cannot just sort you into a house that doesn't exist. I mean where would your house points go or who would be your head of house be? What Dumbledore say about me just creating a fifth house to sort you?" The Sorting Hat asked, why it was arguing with Hermione it wasn't sure. Probably because he'd never met someone who wanted to create their own house before.
"You could be my head of house, I mean other than sorting first years at the beginning of the year what else do you do?. The points would go to Marshmallows and and who the hell cares about Dumbledore!" Hermione explained slowly, as the hat should have thought about this already.
"Well I have thought about getting a second job and it'd make Belinda happy to have more money" The Hat said, beginning to come around to Hermione's away of thinking.
"Who's Belinda?" Hermione asked, she was a very nosey eleven year old.
"My wife, she's a cauldron. Our marriage caught quite a stir at the time," The Sorting Hat replied.
"So are you going to sort me into Marshmallow then?"
"Very Well" The Hat said before shouting, "Marshmallow".