Draco's Unexpected Sorting
I do not own any of these characters. They all belong to J K Rowling. This will only be a short story and I hope it tickles your funny bone.
Chapter 1
"Draco Malfoy"
Professor McGonagall called out. Right now in Hogwarts the First Years are getting sorted into their houses.
Draco walked up to the stage in a cool manner with a smirk plastered on his face showing his confidence. Everybody in the Malfoy family has been sorted into Slytherin and Draco was more than cocky that he'd be sorted into Slytherin.
He turned and sat down on the stool and the Sorting Hat was placed on his head. He still had that cool manner and smirk on his face. The Sorting hat carried on with his usual mental debate wondering where to sort him.
"No doubt you are cunning and sly as a Slytherin but there is a hint of pride and bravery in your heart. Hmm, where to put you, where to put you. You are quite bright and smart but that still won't do you well. Well... I think it must be... HUFFLEPUFF!"
Draco sat there with eyes as wide as soccer balls and his mouth hanging open close to the floor, no doubt he'd get flies.
'How on earth can I be in Hufflepuff' Draco thought. 'That is where all the loonies are and the last resort for someone to be sorted into. All the crud gets sorted in there'.
"That is a load of grindylow dung. There is no bloody way that I can be sorted into Hufflepuff. I will not go there" Draco screamed, furious that that is where he was sorted.
"I'm sorry Mr. Malfoy but the hat has made it's choice and you must abide by that choice. Now go to your respected table and try not to make a fuss" Minerva McGonagall said and fixed him with a pointed stare to make sure he left for the Hufflepuff table.
The one thing on Draco's mind was that he hoped for once that his father wouldn't here about this.