Ron slowly makes his way to the front and smiles at us, he sits on the chair with a grimace and the hat shouts….

"Hufflepuff!"

Even though he isn't in Gryffindor, I am thankful he isn't in Slytherin. He may have had an evil streak on the train but he really isn't evil- he isn't exactly smart either so Ravenclaw wouldn't have fit.

The whole Hufflepuff crowd is cheering for him. He looks a bit sad but relieved that he isn't in Slytherin. I guess Ron doesn't feel the need to prove himself anymore and has had enough courage, he wants a normal life.

"I can't believe that the hat made that big of a mistake twice!" Viciously whispers Ginny.

I shrug and reply, "We can't change it now though, at least he isn't in Slytherin is all I can say."

"What? You're happy he isn't with us then? Just because you broke up with him, it doesn't mean you have to be mean to him," Ginny glares at me.

"I didn't mean it like that…I just, at least he isn't in Slytherin, Hufflepuff won't change him and if it does it will change him for the better," I explain.

Ginny sighs and says, "I am sorry that I lashed out at you, I guess I am in shock. A Weasley in a house, that's not Gryffindor."

All of a sudden the hat starts talking and says:

"For all that seek my wisdom

Clear your mind of troubles

Don't hide your thoughts and worries

If you want to join your families"

The Sorting continues on as normal and after all the seventh and sixth years are sorted I stop paying attention and instead start talking to Ginny.

In the middle of my conversation with Ginny I smell a finger-licking smell of food in the air. I stop talking midsentence and see a palatable selection of food in front of me. I dig into a succulent looking salmon and turkey.

"I never knew a girls could eat so fast, and so much," chuckles Draco.

I turn and see that he only has a small chicken wing on his plate. I remind myself to try one of those later because they look amazing.

"Why aren't you eating anything?" I ask Draco.

He looks guilty and finally says, "I am more of a…. drinker?"

"Well then pick up a drink," I demand, seeing that he doesn't have a drink in front of him either.

"No, Hermione, like an actual drinker," he says in an undertone.

I think about it for a while and realize that he means an alcoholic. That explains his paleness and skinniness. I pick up some food a put it on his plate.

"Eat," I command him.

He looks at me with a smirk on his face, "You can't make me."

"Fine then, but I would just like to remind you I never lose a fight," I say, matching the smirk he has in his face.

I smile and watch him slowly pick at his food, after less than half of the plate is done he puts his cutlery down.

"I'm not hungry anymore," he states.

I think to myself, wow! Way to state the obvious Draco. Even in my thoughts I can sense the huge amount of sarcasm.

"No, eat it all," I demand him once again, he doesn't pick up his fork so I say it a bit more forcefully, "NOW."

He immediately starts to eat, so I go back to my food. He finishes just in time because pudding has just arrived on the table. I pile more food onto his plate and he eats it without any complaint, instead of eating any pudding I just watch Draco.

"Admiring me, Granger?" he drawls.

"Yeah I would totally do that, you pig," I swat him round the head.

Pansy comes sashaying over, and sits down between Draco and I.

"Hey Draco, haven't seen you in a while. Your face has really grown over the summer," she says in a seductive tone, while feeling his face and arms, "…and those muscles off yours. Wow!"

"Yeah I worked out." He says casually. " What about you?"

"Those Weasels must have really punished you, when I had you before them, you weren't as nice," she pouts.

"Oh yeah, totally, I had to rebuild their house," he says in a sarcastic tone.

Obviously Pansy doesn't realize that it was sarcastic because she says, "Don't worry I will take care of the Weasel and Weaslette." She turns and glares at Ginny who is next to me; Ginny gives Pansy an equally deadly glare back.

"Oh I want to watch that, wait up for me yeah?" Draco asks Pansy enthusiastically.

I watch as Pansy sashays away and, I am in shock, utter shock.

"What? You're going to watch her hurt my best friend?" I accuse him.

"She's not actually gonna do anything, we'll probably just hang out," he tells me.

"Ginny is my best friend you, Prick. What if she is actually going to hurt them?" I glare at him.

"I won't let her hurt Ginny, only Ron," he states as if it is no problem.

"I can't believe you! I may not like him, but he is still my friend," I shout.

"Hey, I was raised Slytherin, you have to give me time," he coos.

"Well once you are over that stage, then come find me." I nearly spit at him.

I can hear him talking, but I chose to ignore him, and instead make up a poem in my head, and hum it while I angrily stab my food.

He said he had changed

For the good not the worst

What is he trying to do? Make me burst?

I need to keep focused this year is about me.

No need to worry about little things like these.

I always was hopeless at English, when I went to Muggle School. At least it takes my mind off of things, though. I start to think of and tears spring in my eyes, I wipe them away reminding myself that it was only a book.

"Hermione, no, please don't cry," he rubs my back.

I stand up abruptly and say, "I wasn't crying and everything isn't about you."

I prance out of the hall, and go up to the dorms. I only then realize that I don't know the password, so instead I got to the room of requirements. I walk in and I am in London. Buses, souvenir shops, people, noise and home. The smell of petrol, people and food hits me and I spot my parents in the distance with a little girl. I walk around from a distance and see me with my parents on my first visit to London. I watch them for a while until the pain becomes unbearable and I run out of the room of requirements with tears in my eyes. I rub away my tears and arrive at the common room just in time to year a first year murmur the password.

"Caput Draconis."

I follow him in and slump down in one of the chairs and close my eyes…

"Hermione! Hermione!" Harry shouts.

I open my eyes and see Harry in front of me, with a comical look etched on his face.

"You are bonkers, Hermione, bonkers," he laughs.

"What?" I ask inquisitively.

"You were dreaming, of… interesting…. stuff," he chuckles with a grin on his face.

I look at him cautiously and suddenly realize what my dream was about.

Oh crap…

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