Chapter Two: The Sorting Hat
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I woke up because I felt cold water splash on my face. I opened my eyes and saw the boy with the scar I had seen earlier. It was a wonderful thing to wake to.
"You're awake!" he said cheerfully. "Are you okay?"
"Yes," I said. "Thank you, uh...what's your name?"
"Harry Potter."
"Thank you, Harry." I smiled flirtatiously at him. "Who was that blond boy you were arguing with earlier?"
"That was Draco Malfoy. You should stay away from him. He is a major prick."
"Why?"
"He only likes people who are purebloods."
"Oh."
"You should get up and put your robes on, Sakura. We're about to arrive at Hogwarts."
"Oh, right," I said. I put on my robes, which I had modified. The normal school outfit was baggy and totally unflattering, but my altered one clung to my body, which had ample curves in all the right places.
Then I went into the dining hall. I looked around for Harry and Draco but didn't see them. Disappointed, I sat down and propped up my head with my hand. Then I noticed someone waving at me from across the room. I squinted my eyes, trying to recognize her. "Haruka!" I squealed.
Haruko was my BFF from Japan! She was wearing a leather miniskirt and a Metallica t-shirt. "How did you get here?!"
"I'm here as a foreign exchange student. What are the odds of meeting you here?"
"I know!" I said excitedly and squealed again and then hugged her.
"Silence! Silence!" said Mrs. McGonagall. The sorting will now begin."
The sorting hat sang its song and I waited in silent excitement and impatience for McGonagall to call my name. "Sakura Yamamachi!" Everyone stared at me as I stood up and walked nervously to the front. I found Harry in the crowd so I locked eyes with him, smiled, and twirled a lock of my hair with my fingers. I was paying so much attention to him that I didn't notice Pansy Parkinson stick out her foot and trip me. I fell to the ground and as I stood up, Pansy grabbed my shirt, and with her face two inches from mine, said, "I saw you talking with Draco yesterday. Stay away from him. He is mine."
"You bitch!" I said. "You're lying. There's no way Draco could love a pig-faced girl like you!"
Pansy clenched her and into a fist, but then McGonagall said, "Enough! Pansy, fifty points from Slytherin!"
"What?!" said Pansy. I smirked at her.
"If you two are done fighting, we can continue."
"Hmph!" I said, standing up and straightening my skirt. I marched to the front of the room and the sorting hat was put on my head.
"Hmm..." said the hat. "You are quite unsortable. You have the bravery of a Gryffindor, the cleverness of a Ravenclaw, and the ambition of a Slytherin. This is a most difficult sort indeed." After a pause of what seemed like forever, it finally shouted, "SLYTHERIN!"
The Slytherins cheered and I flounced over to their table. I was excited because Draco was in Slytherin, but unfortunately so was that bitch Pansy. No matter. There is no way Pansy could get Draco before I could.
