Harry sat on the stool, with the sorting hat draped over his head.
"Not Gryffindor. Not Gryffindor," harry chanted in his head...
"Why,"
"Because that's the House Dumbledore went to. I want to stay as far away from that wacko old coot as possible,"
"Hmmm...if that's the case, then SLYTHERIN," The hall went silent.
"What? No applause?" Harry asked sarcastically, jarring the house of Slytherin into acting. He slid into the seat next to the hot blond kid, in the midst of the applause. "Nice to meet you Harry. Wanna be friends,"
"Sure, why not?"
A week later, Snape assigned them an essay on the properties of potions.
"What in the world is this!" Snape's yelled, looking down at the poem on the properties of potions he had received instead of the essay format he had asked for.
"But sir, it does mention what you were looking for, and plus. IT RHYMED," Draco said, defending Harry.
"So what!" Realizing how childish he sounded, Snape sighed, massaging his temples.
"This is not exactly what I expected. I'm not sure how to grade this," looking down at the paper, he picked up his pen.
"You! Weasley!" At his yell, Ron jumped up from his place in the classroom.
"Choose a number from one to ten," "What-um eight?" So Snape wrote down an eight.
"And you! Granger!" Hermione stood up right away, eager to answer. "Choose a number from one to ten," "Three, sir," So he wrote down a three next to the eight.
"There you go. Eighty three percent, Potter,"
"Er-Thank you sir,"
It wasn't until long after class ended that Snape mumbled a reply to the thank you.
"Sure, why not?"
...Five years later...
The sixth years were seated in the great hall, the quiet buzz of breakfast filling the air.
"So, Draco,"
"Yeah Harry,"
"Wanna go out with me?" Draco dropped his spoon into his porridge, as the whole of the Slytherin table turned to watch. 'You idiot! You chose to do this in public on purpose, didnt you,' Draco thought, 'Oh, well. There was no choice now,'
"Sure, why not?"
The end
A/N: The second part was based on something that happened to me. I turned in a poem instead of an essay, and my teacher gave me an eighty three percent (higher than what some of my friends got) Review if you're actually reading this.