Chapter Two
Draco
Slytherin and Gryffindor
The train ride had been a long one, with only Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy Parkinson to occupy me. When I stepped out of the train I was at the front, along with Crabbe and Goyle as I had left Pansy back in the crowd.
"'Ello 'arry." A booming voice could only just be heard from were I was standing. I walked forward and was only a few metres away from Harry Potter when a girl stepped out in front of me.
"Hello Malfoy." I recognised the voice immediately and groaned because of it.
"Perrin, how nice to see you again." I studied her, wondering how I had not recognised her as soon as she stepped in front of me. Her long, dark brown hair hung low, reaching to just longer than her shoulders. Her eyes were a deep brown, almost black as they stared back at him, her skin pale and smooth, her lips were full and a rich pink colour that reminded him of a pale version of the inside of a watermelon.
"Leave Harry alone." She stated firmly before turning sharply on her heel and moving between Potter and a red head boy I assumed was a Weasley. Crabbe and Goyle were shocked out of their guffawing at her statement when I turned and walked back to a frenzied looking Pansy.
A few minutes later we reached the famous Hogwarts castle by boat. We all hurried through the halls until we reached an elderly female teacher - Professor Mcgonagall.
"Welcome to Hogwarts. Now, in a few moments you will pass through these doors and join your classmates. But before you take your seats, you must be sorted into your houses. They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Now while you're here your house will be like your family. Your triumphs will earn you points. Any rule breaking and you will loose points. At the end of the year, the houses with the most points is awarded the house cup." As Mcgonagall finished talking a croak erupted from the stair in front of her and a young boy lunged forward.
"Trevor!" He then seemed to realise everyone was staring at him so he looked up at the teacher. "Sorry." He said, backing away with a toad in his arms.
"The sorting will begin momentarily." She said, walking through a large set of doors.
"It's true then, what they were saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts." Assorted mumbles of this echoed through the crowd as Potter looked up at me, beside him Perrin was glaring at me.
"This is Crabbe and Goyle. I'm Malfoy." Harry's gaze flicked to Perrin and back while Ron sniggered. "Think my names funny do you? No need to ask for yours. Red hair and a hand-me-down robe? You must be a Weasley. You'll soon find out that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter." I glanced at Perrin and the Weasley boy. "You don't want to be making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there." I held out my hand and he stared at it.
"I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself thanks." Mcgonagall walked back out and addressed the crowd.
"We're ready for you. Follow me." We all followed her lead as she turned and walked through the doors once again, and we were bombarded by all the vibrant colour banners that hung in the room.
"Please wait along here." She directed us to stand along the front of a raised wooden platform where the headmaster stood and made a speech about something I didn't quite catch.
"When I call your name, you will walk up, sit on the stool and I will place the sorting hat on your head." She unravelled a scroll of parchment and started to read off the names.
"Hermione Granger." A young girl with long, bushy brown hair walked over to the stool and sat. A few seconds later the hat shouted, "Gryffindor!" Mcgonagall looked down again at the parchment.
"Alura Adams." A slight girl slowly walked up to the stool, looking at it like it was going to bite her. When she finally sat down on it, the hat didn't hesitate to shout at her.
"Gryffindor!" Perrin and another girl waiting to be sorted joined in the Gryffindor tables enthusiastic applause.
"Jane Adams." The other girl walked up to the stool calmly and sat down lightly before Mcgonagall pressed the hat onto her head. This time the hat chuckled.
"Just like your sister, Gryffindor!"
"Draco Malfoy." I took a breath in before jogging slightly up the step. The sorting hat was barely touching me hair when it shouted its prognosis.
"Slytherin!" I grinned madly and rushed over to my table.
"Susan Bones." A slightly chubby girl walked over to the stool like the many others and, once placed on her head, the hat yelled, "Hufflepuff!"
"Ronald Weasley!" The red head sat and Mcgonagall placed the hat on his head like she had done to many others.
"Another Weasley! I know just what to do with you!" Ron's face paled as he waited for the hat's verdict. "Gryffindor!" He looked like he soiled himself he looked that relieved.
"Harry Potter!" I leaned forward, as did many other students eager to share a house with him. Potter walked towards the seat and once more the hat was placed on his head. This decision seemed to take years, maybe the hat had died? Can hat's die? It scared us all when it finally bellowed, "Gryffindor!" Harry ran to the table and sat amongst the Weasley's and that Granger girl.
"Perrin Cooper!" Perrin was the last one to be sorted it seemed, and she looked more than a little nervous when she reached the sorting hat and stool. The hat took about the same time with her as it had with Potter before shouting its final decision for the year.
"Slytherin!"