Intro: Mew. Don't own. Mew. AU....future slash?
A Meeting of Manners- introduction!
Standing hauntily in the Great Hall, next to his friends and almost servants, Goyle and Crabbe, Draco Malfoy waited for the sorting hat to call his name. He wasn't nervous, he laughed when people sighed with discomfort at having their mind dissected and then sorted. He wasn't worried, he knew exactly where he belonged. Slytherin. Slytherin. Slytherin, where countless generations of Malfoys had gone. Draco could trace his bloodline back to Salazar Slytherin, oh yes, he knew exactly where he belonged. And then the sorting hat called his name and everything changed...
"Malfoy, Draco", the old hat creaked and down he went, smirk in disgust and arrogance at all. Placing the hat on his head, he was amazed at the heady feeling it game him, it was searching him, it searched everywhere, and suddenly the heir of Slytherin wasn't so sure. "Hmmm..." the hat started to say, and then it stopped. ..."Slytherin" Draco demanded, "Slytherin", he pleaded. He begged, groveled, no longer smirking, and finally after what seemed like years the hat loudly proclaimed, "Gryffindor!"
And thus began Draco Malfoy's life as a Gryffindor....
(Mou!!!!! Gryffindor!Draco)