A/N: Hi guys, this is my first fanfic on this site (and pretty much anywhere) so please, be nice! I always shipped Scorpius and Rose (as you will see), and I think that if it was more in character, then Scorpius would end up in Slytherin. But hey, it's fanfiction, so I can do what I want. . .
"Malfoy, Scorpius!"
Student began whispering between themselves, not bothering to hide their looks of contempt.
Scorpius steeled himself, then stood up, threw his shoulders back, and strode to the stool holding the Sorting Hat. After all, being the son of Draco Malfoy, he had a
reputation to keep up. For a second, he hesitated, then quickly pulled the Sorting Hat on his head.
Just before the patched brim covered his eyes, he saw her again. Rose Weasley, unlike the other students, was not looking at him like he was some murderous Dark
wizard, rather, she was looking at him with a familiar expression on his face-the same one he had when he was looking at a new, unopened book full of mystery and-
"Pretty girl, eh, Malfoy?"
Startled, Scorpius realized that the hat was speaking inside his head.
"I thought you would know about how I work, being so intelligent. Yes, I can see your thoughts. Can't hide anything, can you?"
For a strange second, Scorpius imagined the raggedy hat sitting on his brain, looking through files. Files of his life, to be exact, and resisted the strong urge to laugh.
"Well, let's see, shall we? You not loyal enough for Hufflepuff, but you are brave and noble. . ." the hat paused.
"I'm not brave! I'm, uh, ambitious. Yeah, I'm really sneaky, like a Slytherin, and-"
". . .Noble enough for Gryffindor. . . , " interrupted the hat, "but oh my, what have we here? A Slytherin-what do you children call it these days-want a bee? Wannabe?
I'm telling you boy, you have a broad mind, a thirst for knowledge, and a shrewdness and perceptiveness I am most surprised to find in an eleven year old. . . shall I
put you in Ravenclaw, then?" asked the Hat.
His father's face flashed in front of him. What he would say if he found out his son was placed in a house other than Slytherin. . .
He shuddered at the idea, then desperately thought, "No, no, Slytherin. . . I have to be in Slytherin. . . "
"You want the wit, the cleverness, boy, I can see that clearly enough. . ."
For a second, Scorpius was tempted. Then he remembered about his father, and all hopes were dispelled.
"Father, eh?" said the voice. "Don't let him rule you. This is your sorting, not his. Did I tell you he too, could have been in a house other than Slytherin? Yes,
you father would have made a great Gryffindor. But he, unlike you, did not have a choice, because he did make one. I feel your talent and independence,
traits those of Ravenclaw. After all, 'Wit beyond measure is a man's greatest treasure, ' "
And at that moment, Scorpius knew. Knew that he was meant for Ravenclaw, no matter what his father said.
I'm sorry, Father, thought Scorpius, as the Sorting Hat screamed out the one word filled with his passion, hopes, and dreams - Ravenclaw.
My mom kept showing me scary pictures of flesh and dead people from her biology textbook while I was writing this, so it may have affected the writing a little, but I'm not sure. . .
Anyways, review, tell me what you think!