A/N: This is a random stroy I thought of (even though it doesn't belong to me!). Please reveiw and I don't mind construcive criticism.
Harry sat with the sorting hat on his head; he wondered what house he might be sorted into. At that moment the hat began to talk.
'I wonder…' the hat thought. 'You have the knowledge of a Ravenclaw, the loyalty of a Hufflepuff, the bravery of a Gryffindor and the cunning, slyness and manipulation of a Slytherin. I think that leaves me with one choice…SLYTHERIN!'
The table lined with emerald green exploded in shouts and cheers as Harry took of the hat and rushed over to the Slytherin bench with a huge grin on his face.
'Hi.' Said the boy he sat next to. 'I think we met on the train, I'm Draco Malfoy. If you stick with me you'll be alright.'
After the sorting, Professor Snape, the head of house for Slytherin, led them down to the dungeons where the Slytherin common room was. Draco led Harry up to there dormitory where Draco told him all about his father, being in the Ministry of Magic.
'…and he's really good friends with Cornelius Fudge the Minister of Magic! I've got to go and talk to Snape now. By the way, don't talk to any Gryffindors, especially those ones you sat with on the train, you might not know this, but Gryffindors and Slytherins are enemies! We excel in all areas and it's a constant competition against them. Bye later.' Malfoy strolled out of the room, with an air of confidence around him, before Harry could say goodbye.
That night Harry lay in bed, thinking about how soft and comfy the beds were, apposed to the lumpy, uneven cushions he slept on in the cupboard under the stairs. He thought of his parents and wondered which house they were in, then he thought o haw happy he was to be in a house with such friendly people and happy because he had met a new friend who had been so kind to him. But before he could think anymore, his head hit his pillow and he was swept away to his dreams.