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Written as part of an assignment for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Challenges & Assignments)
Task: Write about a character of your choice being shocked in a situation in which they are unable to move.
Extra Prompt: Another House AU!
I'm Not One Of Them
Draco Malfoy confidently shoved his way through the crowd of his fellow first years with an air of superiority about him.
For the last seven generations every Malfoy had been sorted into Slytherin House, and it was already a given that he would follow in his ancestors footsteps and take his place amongst their ranks. How could it be any different when it was in his blood?
It was with this final, reassuring thought that Draco took his seat on the small stool and allowed the Sorting Hat to be placed upon his head.
"Bravery, cunning and intelligence, but you are defined by your kind and giving heart," the Sorting Hat mused. "And so there can only be one house for you – HUFFLEPUFF!"
What? Did that stupid, old hat say Hufflepuff? Did it seriously just put him, Draco Malfoy, in the lamest house possible? And what was all that mumbo jumbo about a kind and giving heart?
What would his father say when he found out about this diabolical mistake? Probably that he had brought shame on the House of Malfoy.
Draco cast a wary glance over at the table full of the other Hufflepuffs. This couldn't be happening – not to him.
"There must be some mistake," he hissed worriedly to the stern professor. "I'm not – one of - them." He told her, with disgust laced in his voice nodding his head towards the long table full of dimwits.
"Mr Malfoy, the Sorting Hat does not make mistakes," the surprised Professor informed him. "Now I must insist you take your seat so we can continue with the Sorting."
His hands gripped the edge of the stool and Draco shook his head violently, "No I won't move. You can't make me. You can't make me. I refuse to move until you make the hat put me when I really belong."
Draco stamped his feet on the ground like a petulant child. He was fully aware that he was making a scene but he couldn't find it within himself to care. He should be in Slytherin, not the house where all the cast offs and unwanted, insignificant children go.
He felt a hand grab his arm. He tried and failed to throw it off, and soon his feet were dragging along the floor towards the table.
"My father will hear about this," he yelled at the professor carted him towards the Hufflepuff table.
"Yes, he most certainly will, Mr Malfoy, and none of it will be good," Professor McGonagall informed him as she placed pressure on his shoulder.
Draco felt his knees buckle underneath the weight of her hand, and without his consent he sat down on the bench, smack bang in the middle of a couple of the rejects.
The new addition to Hufflepuff made to stand up, but one stern glare from the Head of Gryffindor made him cower and relent.
You win this round, but I will be in Slytherin, he vowed to himself, as he stared longingly at the table made up of his true brethren.
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