A/N- this is a short drabble. I used it for a contest (third floor corridor forum, be there or be not there!) and my friends told me to post it, so I am.

It's so short it doesn't even need a summary.

Enjoy

Lost and Forgotten

Malfoy stood at the edge of the Quittich field, scowling at the boy who was welcomed into the arms of his companions so eagerly. They had won, again, against the blonde's team. As the Gryffindors celebrated, Draco had descended to the ground amidst glares of accusation and shame.

He was never good enough, and wouldn't be. He wasn't good enough for his parents, he wasn't good enough for the sorting hat to even touch his head, and he wasn't even good enough for the kind and loyal Harry Potter.

His parents weren't a huge shock upon him when he discovered that he was an embarrassment the Malfoy name. He remembered at parties his parents would converse with their friends over their champagne. Draco could catch words like "Never will add up to anything will he?", "Are you sure that a boy that age should be that small?", and the comparison that though he looked greatly like his father, even in the early stages of life, his face was too gentle to show a good, headstrong leadership like his father.

Not knowing why, Draco had been strongly insulted when the hat, not even touching his head, sorted him into Slytherin. As he thought about it, he came up with a sketchy reason that might explain it. First off, did it find him so offensive that it wouldn't touch him? After all, he sat on everyone else's head to sort them; even the bloody Weasley who everyone knew would be in Gryffindor without a doubt. So when it came to Draco, it was as if it had planned what house to put him in before he even got there, just so it wouldn't have to touch the blonde's perfectly styled hair. Also, was it that obvious that he should be in Slytherin? Was there even a chance for him to go to Ravenclaw? Or…well Ravenclaw would be his only other safe bet. For sure, Slytherin was the best house for him, however, was there not even time to chance deliberation?

Harry Potter, Draco thought, was worse than any Slytherin could possibly be. There were rumors that he was going to be sorted into Slytherin at first, but Harry changed its opinion when he begged for a house other than Slytherin. I do not blame him, for his rejection and cruelty towards me would not be able to cut half as deep if it were from the words of a Slytherin. Slytherin was famous for their pompous nature and their handling of others which was usually through humiliation and terse, harsh words. With a Gryffindor heart, and a Slytherin tongue, Harry had denied his friendship openly, curtly, and with certainty that made the rejection hard for the blonde to bear.

So here stood said blonde, his hair whipping his face in the wind as he watched Potter be carried off by his team and other house mates. He watched them with a hungry eye, though a shield of complete indifference at their display, all the while wishing that he could be one of the boys carrying Harry off with a smile on his face, and the burden of disapproval lifted from his heart.

:The End':

R&R

This was mainly posted so you guys have something to remark upon/ tear apart/ enjoy while I write another story which I haven't thought up yet ;