Hello! Sorry about the last chapter and how it all ended up in bold….idk what happened….and if this chapter ends up all in bold…Im gonna cry…just saying…and if the chapters are short…Im sorry…but when I write them in my notebook and type them on the computer its looks longer than when I upload it here…

Disclaimer: Me no owns Harry Potter!

The Sorting Hat's Choice

As we abandoned our rowboats to walk up to Hogwarts, I couldn't help up marvel at the beauty of the school. The architecture was amazing and carefully detailed. The structure of the stones were cautiously cut to specifically hold up the walls. The peculiar shade of gray captivated me as well. It wasn't quite gray, I guess, but it looked gray with a tint of black and green.

"Alright students! Follow me!" Professor McGonagall yelped at us first years.

She led us to 2 large doors, which opened up into a large room that reminded me of a dining room. McGonagall told us to have a seat and wait until our name is called to go up.

As she started reading the name, I scanned the room to see if I knew anyone. So far: No one. There are many 2nd, 3rd, and 4th years, though.

"Emery Harris!" Professor McGonagall called.

I stand up and practically glide down the walkway between tables, and up to the front of the room. I take a seat and Dumbledore sets the Sorting Hat upon my head.

"Hmm…yes, yes…" the Hat says, "Sneaky and cunning, brave and courageous, loyal and friendly, clever and logical. You have many traits that belong to each house. Hmm…Which one to put you in? Slytherin? No…you may be sneaky and cunning, but it does not make up most of your personality. Hufflepuff? No…you wouldn't fit there…Ah! I know!" the hat paused. "GRYFFINDOR!"

A cheer rose from the Gryffindor table.

I smile and walk proudly to the Gryffindor table, where I am embraced by Access and a few of his friends.

Whoa…a hug? From Access? Is he feeling okay?

We sit and listen to the rest of the new-comer's names and houses. Once everyone was given a house, everyone was presented with a feast.

Turkey legs, chicken breast, potatoes, vegetables, fruit and beverages appeared on the table. Everyone dug in and I kept getting badgered with questions from Gryffindor members.

"I've never seen Access hug anyone. Are you his girlfriend or something?" a blonde boy asked.

I have to tell him I'm Access's sister…How else am I supposed to answer?

"No, I'm his sister." I say.

"Really?" the blonde kid asks, "You guys look so different!"

"Yeah, really." I say, smiling.

About halfway through the feast, a pair of familiar boys came and sat across from me and Access.

"Told you I'd see you later, didn't I, babe?" George Weasley said to me, leaning his head on his hand and smirking.

I guess the way George referred to me ticked off Access, because he started to scold George.

"Don't you EVER call her babe!" he scolded, "You will NOT refer to my little sister as 'babe', okay Weasley? She does NOT belong to you! You have no right to address her-"

I interrupt.

"Access," I say calmly, "I am able to defend myself, thank you. But there is no point in telling him he cannot refer to me a certain way. I will allow him to address me as he wishes because, even though I haven't known him for long, I can already tell that even if you forbid him from calling me that, he would still continue to address me as 'babe' no matter what anyone says."

George laughed and said "Well done, babe. I didn't expect you to figure out part of me so quickly. I'm impressed."

"I have no intention of impressing you, George." I respond. "Now if you'll excuse me, I don't like wasting my time talking to conceited boys like you. So I'll be going now."

I stand up, give Access a hug and a whispered "Thank you" and I leave the room.

On my way to the Gryffindor Common Room, I accidently bump into a bleach-blonde haired boy who was accompanied by 2 other boys, both chubby, but one shorter than the other.

"Watch where you're going, first year." The blonde boy said.

"I should, shouldn't I?" I ask, looking up at the boy. "But, you know, I really don't want to."

And as I walk past Blondie and his friends, I notice that I left them speechless.

When I find the Gryffindor Common Room, I enter and see 2 other girls sitting on the couch, talking. One girl with light brown hair, the other with bleach blonde hair. The blonde one notices me first.

"You're Emery, right?" she asks in a delicate voice. "Emery Harris?"

"Yeah that's me." I answer, walking over to them.

"Wait," the brunette said, "Emery Harris? As in Access Harris's sister?"

So they, too, know I'm his sister…

I nod.

"Well, you lucky to have a brother like that. One that's cool but will still show affection towards his little sister." She says.

"Yeah…I guess so." I respond.

"Well, anyway we have to go," the brunette says, "but we'll see you around. By the way, I'm Hermione. Hermione Granger."

"And I'm Luna Lovegood." The blonde says.

"Nice to meet you." I say.

"You too!" They respond simultaneously. They wave at me and leave.

Well, I might as well have a look around.

So, I'm exploring the Common Room, when I hear someone come in. I honestly don't care who it is, so I don't bother to turn around to see. I just turn to the fire and watch it burn.

Then, I feel a pair of arms wrap around my waist and hug me.

"Hey, babe." George Weasley's voice whispers in my ear. "I've been looking for you."

I try to unhook his arms, but he has a strong grip.

"George." I say calmly, putting on my poker face. "Let go of me."

He grabs my waist and spins me around to look at him.

"But why should I?" he asks, "I love holding you close like this." He slides one hand to my lower back and cradles the back of my head in the other hand and pulls me up against him.

"If only I could just kiss you." He whispers, tilting my head upwards, and leans in close.

"Alright, fine." I begin. "You really want to kiss me? You really want to steal away my first kiss against my will? Go ahead. Get your satisfaction and leave me alone."

He immediately pushes me against the wall and presses his lips against mine, passionately kissing me. I let myself shut down and wait for him to finish.

Trying to provoke a response from me, he takes my arms and hooks them around the back of his neck. Then, he cups my face and kisses me for a while longer. I still don't respond.

When he finishes, he pulls away and looks at me and smiles one of those smiles that the most popular guy in school would use to make every girl fall for him. Then, he kisses me again. This kiss was short lived though.

I let my arms drop and he tilts my head upward, looking me in the eye.

"One of these days," he said, "I'll get a response from you, and you'll want to be mine."

I look away from him, disgusted that he actually had the nerve to kiss me when I didn't want to kiss him.

"Later, babe." He said and winked at me.

He left the Common Room and I went up to the girl's dormitory. I changed into my pajamas and crawled in bed.

Ugh…I feel dirty…

'One of these days, I'll get a response from you, and you'll want to be mine.'

The more I replayed that comment over and over in my head, the more it sounded like a threat.