ScorpiousxMalfoy
No, no, no
Certainly not.
I am not in Gryffindor. Well, the sorting hat never lies does it?
I tried to recall anything I did wrong to accidentally give it false information.
Surely there was some kind of mistake!
I just got up there and sat on the stool, letting my mind go blank.
I tried not to think about what house I would belong in.
Like it didn't matter to me.
Even though both the sorting hat and I both knew that wasn't true.
I felt the heat rush to my face as the sorting hat yelled those 10 dreaded letters.
The Gryffindors clapped a bit apprehensively, frozen with a bit of shock. I could hear their hushed whispers.
"A Malfoy in Gryffindor?" As though I couldn't hear them.
It's not like I could help it.
Trust me, if I could, I would switch to Slytherin in a heartbeat.
Hell, I'd even go to Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff.
Anywhere but Gryffindor.
The sorting hat hates me.
And soon my parents will.
I could just imagine the look of disappointment plastered on the faces.
Mum probably would shake her head. Dad would sigh.
"The first ever Malfoy that wasn't in Slytherin. The long line of Slytherins. Ruined. Your ancestors would be very disappointed..."
Having disappointed parents is worse than having them yell at you.
Maybe that's why I was a Gryffindor.
I cared too much.
Too much of a wuss.
And then I made a decision.
I'm not entirely sure how it popped into my mind.
Perhaps it was just my Slytherin blood that gave me that rebellious nature.
To hell with parents.
To hell with ancestors.
I was a Gryffindor now, and I would be proud of it.
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RosexWeasley
Dammit.
I guess James was right. I am a Slytherin. The sorting hat never lies.
And I thought he just said that to tease Albus and I (well, mostly Albus, because I threatened to break his arm if teased me again, and that quickly shut him up)
I could almost hear the gasps and whispers as I walked nonchalantly to the Slytherin table.
"Rose Weasley? The Weasley girl in Slytherin? Wow! A Weasley in Slytherin and a Malfoy and Gryffindor, never thought I'd see the day! The times really have changed"
As if I couldn't hear them.
And frankly, I didn't care.
Well, I'm not my parents, and people better start realizing that soon.
Unlike my parents, I didn't care about that kind of stuff.
I just cared about my education.
Well, that's only what I let people see, anyways.
The caring part of me started nipping at my brain.
Oh...dad's gonna be pissed.
I'm not a true Slytherin, am I?
Sure,
I can always manipulate people to get my way,
I'm rebellious,
I always need to have power and control a situation...
Maybe I am a Slytherin.
Hey, but I'm also really intelligent, right?
Why the hell didn't I end up in Ravenclaw?
Well, Mum's smart too and she was in Gryffindor...
Whatever.
Who cares what the parents think?
Certainly not me.
Hell, if I'm going to be in Slytherin I better enjoy it.
And parents weren't about to get in my way.
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Author's Note: A little poem about the sorting to get you all ready for the story. Okay, I really think of myself as more of a poet, but I think I'm going to write the rest of this in story form. I'll give it a shot!
(Virtual hugs to all of you who are reading this)