AN: Another oneshot. A really short oneshot. This one may become a full story at some point, I don't really know. If it does, it will most definitely be Scorose. Anyway, I hope you like it. I don't typically read next generation stories, so some of my details might be off. Let me know if you spot anything glaringly wrong. I just kind of wondered what it would be like if Scorpius were a Gryffindor, so I decided to write a story about it.
My name is Scorpius. Scorpius Malfoy.
I never meant to be a Gryffindor. It just sort of happened. But the fact remains that now I am one, and I highly doubt Dad will ever speak to me again.
I was supposed to be in Slytherin. Just like my dad, and my grandpa, and every other Malfoy before them. But the stupid hat messed things up. Before I got to Hogwarts, there really wasn't a doubt I'd be in Slytherin. My parents certainly never thought this would happen. But that doesn't matter right now. All that matters is that I'm stuck in Gryffindor with all of these stupid Mudb – Mud – M…
I can't even say it right. Gryffindor must be rubbing off on me. Actually, if I tell the truth, I never really… lived up to my parents' expectations on what a pureblood should act like.
That brings me to another point. Purebloods. I just don't get it. What's so special about us? I was bought up to believe that we were better than everyone else. I actually kind of believed it at first. But after a while, especially after the Hogwarts Express… Muggle-borns don't seem that bad.
There. I've said it. I'm a Malfoy, and I don't think Muggle-borns are "that bad". Ridiculus, right?
It's not as if they'll ever feel the same about me. My whole family have hated Muggle-borns. And everyone in Gryffindor, if they aren't one themselves, is perfectly fine with them. So that rules out ever making any friends whatsoever. And it's not as though any of Dad's friends' kids will want anything to do with me. Like I said, I'm a muggle-loving Malfoy. And I'm in Gryffindor, to top it off. So no Slytherin will want to be my friend.
Really, if I don't here from Dad about this "situation" soon, I'll probably die of shock. And if I do… well, I'll die of something that isn't shock. So right now, I just need to focus on surviving the rest of the year.
As a Gryffindor.
AN: Now that I've written it, I think it's more than likely this will become a full out story. I'll let you guys know if it does. Anyway, let me know what you think.