"SLYTHERIN!" He blinked in surprise, with just a tinge of disappointment. The hat is pulled off his head and he's ushered to the table full of shouting Slytherin. He glances at the two people he had met on the train to Hogwarts and offers an apologetic shrug, as if that makes up for everything. The ginger one looks nearly livid and turns away, leaving the other boy to face the wrath of Slytherin.
At first…. Well to be honest, at first he's upset.
He hadn't wanted to be in Slytherin, he wanted to follow his potential friends into Gryfindor. The only person he knows now is…. He doesn't like to think about it.
He takes a seat at the end of the table and waits for the sorting to be finished, staring at the empty spot in front of him. He hangs his head.
Shame? Is that what you call it? That's how he feels though. He feels ashamed that he got put into the one house that has a bad reputation.
And then he starts to worry. Is he going to turn into a follower of Voldemort? He shudders at the thought, blinking slowly to make sure he doesn't stare too long. The spot on the table next to him is now occupied and the person that sits next to him taps him on the shoulder. He looks up and wishes that he hadn't.
"Oh." He says quietly before focusing on the table again. The blond boy frowns.
"What?"
"Oh, nothing." The blond boy's frown deepens and he turns to face the table himself.
"You're upset aren't you." It wasn't really a question, more of statement of the obvious, and he nods. The blond boy shakes his head. "You shouldn't be. The sorting hat wouldn't put you where you weren't supposed to go. At least, that's what my father told me."
He doesn't know if that's supposed to cheer him up, or make him feel worse, so he says nothing.
"You and I are first years together, and we'll be spending a lot of time together." The blond boy continues, "Best start to get to know me."
Harry looks at Draco for a moment. "Why?" The boy smiles.
"Because, you don't want to have a totally awful first year do you?" He sticks his hand out. "I've already introduced myself, but I think it merits to do it again. I'm Draco Malfoy." Harry looks at the hand for a minute before taking it in his own and giving it a shake,
"Harry Potter."
Author's Note: Just to be clear, Drarry fic, probably slow to start out, and taking place probably more around their fifth, sixth year. This is an AU fic as well, (NO DUH). Just so we're all clear. Might be a bit slow. This first chapter gives a little background, sets the stage. It serves as a prologue if you will. Anyway, enjoy, and don't forget to review.
I'll try to update this as often as I can, it's a bit difficult. This first chapter is shorter than I had wanted, and is WEEKS over due, so... I'm trying to set up a system, where either I get up in the mornings really early, or I type as much as possible on Saturdays for every single one of my fanfictions. Trust me. It will be hard.