Sup guys! This is my first HP fanfic so be nice please. And sadly I don't own the harry potter series, JK Rowlings does. So anyway I hope you enjoy this little oneshot.
"Scorpius Malfoy." Professor McGonagall read loudly off the yellow parchment paper. The young blond boy made his way through the suddenly quite group of first years. Once clear of the group, he slowly made his way to the old wooden stool. As he made his way to the stool, he could feel every eye on him.
Everyone was curious as to where the young slytherin would be sorted. Surely with slytherin parents and being the son of a former deatheater, this assumption should be correct. However at closer observation the small blond child seemed nervous, maybe even scared. Professor Longbottom remembered his first day at Hogwarts. Draco Malfoy hadn't looked scared or intimidated at all. He had been wearing that famous Malfoy smirk with confidence.
Scorpius hopped up on the wooden stool and took a deep breath. The hat was then place onto his head and then it began to speak.
"HAH! A Malfoy is this?...Interesting hmmm. A bright mind hmm very bright. Cunning and resourceful, definite Slytherin traits. Yes cunning as well… hardworking. Hmmm difficult." The hat scrunched up his face in concentration while his current wearer gripped the edges of the stool tightly. If he was sorted into a house like Gryffindor, Scorpius wanted to make sure he fall off the stool in shock. Its not that he didn't mind being sorted into Gryffindor; Heck he didn't mind being sorted into any of the four houses. The only one who wouldn't approve of him being sorted into a house other than Slytherin would be his grandfather.
"Hmmm lets try…RAVENCLAW!" shouted the hat. A huge smile formed on Scorpius's face as he hopped off the old stool, jogging to the Ravenclaw table. Slytherin table was nearly dead silent. Possibly still trying to comprehend that not only a pureblood but a Malfoy wasn't sorted into their house. Ravenclaw was shocked as well but still clapped. However the house's students were still trying to really grasp the fact that they would be in the same house with a Malfoy. Scorpius sat down next another first year. What was his name? Lysander? It didn't matter right now to scorpuis. He'd learn the boy's name and hopefully make some friends. He did have 7 long years ahead of him and wasn't planning on wasting them.