Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns these lovely people and places. I just get to twist her words and make everything turn out different. Bahaha!
"Some wizarding families are better than others, you wouldn't want to go making friends with the wrong sort." Draco said as he extended a long fingered, pale skinned hand towards Harry.
"I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself," Harry replied. Ron had never felt so happy. He truly believed that Harry Potter wanted to be his friend. Ron had never had a best friend before. He'd never had much of anything really. As he followed Professor McGonagall into the Great Hall along with all the other eleven year old students he felt that maybe Hogwarts would be even better than he'd expected. Harry too was feeling excited. Here he could have friends. Here he could be safe. As the sorting process began Ron whispered to Harry about the different houses.
"Slytherin!" the hat called out the second it touched Draco's blond slicked back hair. The boy smirked and walked to his new table.
"No surprise there," Ron whispered.
"Why?" Harry asked.
"His whole family has been a part of Slytherin house for as long as anyone can remember," Ron whispered. "Slytherins tend to dally in the Dark Arts,"
Harry nodded, looking at the crowd sitting at the Slytherin table, thinking they didn't look like the nicest people. In fact, they looked a lot more like the kind of people you'd meet in dark alleyways.
As Harry's name was called a small murmur went throughout the assembled students. The Sorting Hat was placed on Harry's head.
"Not Slytherin, not Slytherin," Harry thought as hard as he could. "Anywhere but Slytherin!"
The Hat seemed to chuckle. "Not Slytherin, eh?" he whispered into Harry Potter's ear. "But Slytherin could help you on your way to greatness."
"Not Slytherin!" Harry repeated.
"No? I think I know best, young Mr. Potter…. SLYTHERIN!"
Harry's face went pale.
Ron's heart sank. Maybe he wouldn't get a best friend after all.