Somehow I can write a one chap fic that involves what took several chapters in the book. Amazing.

Oh, and this is going to a multi-chap. This is going to be so fun. I've wanted to do this for ages. Akashi and Midorima in Hufflepuff? Oh yes.

Unbeta-ed, so yeah, there are going to be errors. Sorry.

Enjoy. Please review! The second chapter will come out quicker~ ;)

Midorima Shintaro wondered exactly when his life started going downhill. Probably, since his lucky item for today (as proclaimed by Oho Asa) got trampled under the feet of many children when he tried to make his way to Platform 9 3/4.

British children, he thought disdainfully. His mother however noted his expression and promptly scolded him for thinking bad about other children.

Midorima flushed and kept his head down after that.

Bad luck did follow him though.

He managed to pick the wrong wall as the magical entrance. This caused some pain and broken glasses that his mother promised to send new ones via owl.

Luckily he managed to store his trunk on the train without any mishaps, waved goodbye to his mother safely, and started a new life on his way to Hogwarts. Midorima pushed his lopsided glasses up on his face and knew that today was a start of a new beginning for him.

Oh boy, was it ever.

He wasn't able to find a compartment that wasn't filled with utter morons. One compartment had a first year, like him, but with the most unpleasant cat Midorima had ever met. It chased him down half of the train until it's owner (Taka? Tako?) hurried over between a mixture of giggles and laughs, appologized on behalf of his cat. He even offered to share his compartment with Midorima as a peace offering.

Midorima was tempted, but declined politely. He did not want to spend his entire evening on the train with someone with a mad cat.

He hurried away only to bump into someone. He jerked away rather startled, "I'm sorry. I didn't see you..." His voice trailed away.

It was another first year with very light blue hair, "No, it was my fault." The small boy gave him a small smile, "I wasn't looking where I was going."

They both passed each other without a second glance.

In the last compartment, Midorima once again cursed his misfortune for today. It was another first year, one he knew quite well, they had been friends since they were small children.

He sighed. "Hello, Akashi."

The red-headed boy nodded his head in greeting, "Shintaro. What took you so long?"

"I couldn't find an compartment."

"Ah. I saved one for us."

"How was I supposed to know that?!" Midorima huffed.

Akashi looked pointly at the doorway. Midorima flushed, for the second time that day, because he had been standing in the doorway the whole conversation, short as though it was. Scowling, he slammed the door shut.

There was silence. Akashi returned to the book he had been reading. Midorima awkwardly made his way to the seat closet to the the window and stared out at the rolling hills of Scotland. Actually, were they even in Scotland? The letter hadn't really been specific about the location of the school. Midorima was disappointed in the lack of information it gave about the school itself as well. Just what exactly was Hogwarts like?

He pushed his lopsided glasses up on his nose again, a nervous habit, and wished he had something to hold in his hand. Like his lucky item for the day.

Midorima shifted and glanced over at Akashi who was still reading (was that the Art of War?! They were eleven!) and closed his eyes.

This was going to be a long trip.

Surprisingly, Akashi was kind enough to wake him with plenty of time to change into their robes. Though, Midorima firmly insisted that he hadn't been sleeping, only resting his eyes from the sun.

Akashi just smiled a knowing look.

Midorima scowled. This is why Akashi irritated him. He always knew.

They arrived at the boats safe enough. There had been some misfortune up ahead of them. Some purple-headed kid accidently overturned one of the boats, causing some the passengers to be split up into seperate boats. In the end, the purple boy got a whole boat to himself and Midorima found himself sqeezed between a silent Akashi and a chatterbox blonde.

Apparently his name was Kise.

Midorima didn't really care and dearly wished to toss him over board.

The beauty of the castle is what really took his breathe away. It was absolutely magical. Is what Midorima thought. Akashi seemed to be a little stunned as well, which surprised him.

The blonde also closed his mouth and stayed silent the rest of the way there.

It took all Midorima had to not keep pushing his glasses further up on his face as far as they could go.

He was a bit frightened without his lucky item, exactly how the Sorting process would go.

This happened to be the moment Midorima wondered where his life went wrong. To be honest he probably should've walked straight out into the hall. Confronted Professor Aida, the Head of Gryffindor and told her that really he must go home right away, why?, oh because my friend just got Sorted into Hufflepuff and I think he is going to burn Hogwarts to the ground.

He didn't, he just stared.

Midorima had never seen Akashi quite so angry, with the way he stalked towards the Hufflepuff table, it was quite obvious. The aura was pretty dark too, every single Hufflepuff shrunk back with fear.

He did feel sorry for the House. It seemed that the next Dark Lord was going to be a Hufflepuff.

The Sorting went on.

The blue haired boy, Kuroko Tetsuya, Midorima had met on the train got Sorted into Gryffindor, the boy with cat (ah, Takao was his name) went into Ravenclaw, Kise got into Slytherin, that was interesting, and then it was his turn.

With a stern look of disinterest, he made his way to the stool and the Hat was placed on his head.

"Oh, I see... I see, indeed..."

Midorima shifted, "What do you see?"

"Obviously a tsundere!"

Midorima bristled and practically hissed at the Hat, "What di-"

"Only one place for someone like you... HUFFLEPUFF!"

Just where had he gone wrong... Ah, yes, he lost his lucky item for today.

Amongst the cheerful clapping Hufflepuff table, there sat two very disgruntled children. Both were staring at the Hat as it continued to Sort the rest of the students for the night.

...

"Shintaro?"

Midorima's glasses glinted, "We shall burn it together."

"Agreed."