Prologue
Draco Malfoy was furious. How dare he? And that Weasley too? Draco knew that if Weasley hadn't been there, Harry Potter would have taken his hand on the train. He tried to regain his composure. He would be friends with Harry Potter, no matter what.
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Draco smirked as all the first years were led into the Great Hall. They were all in awe except him – he'd heard about the marvels of Hogwarts from his father. And to be honest, he thought, it's not really that special.
He watched the Sorting Hat sing its stupid song, then waited impatiently for McGonagall to say his name. When she called "Draco Malfoy" he walked confidently up to the small stool and sat. She placed the hat on his head.
"Ooo, right, a Malfoy. I know where to put you...Wait a minute, there's something else. A defiance. You don't want to follow in your father's footsteps. That takes courage. There's only one place for you to go. GRYFFINDOR!"