Once out of the boats and into the castle, Harry felt safer. He hated most water-based activities and so the dryness of Hogwarts made him feel much safer. While the First Years chattered excitedly on a flight of stairs, Harry found himself deep in conversation with Draco, Ron and Hermione.

"Well, according to Hogwarts: A History, the Great Hall has an enchanted ceiling! It..."

"Changes to whatever the weather is outside or how the castle 'feels'. Like if the castle was in danger it would be stormy! That's what my brothers say anyway..."

"No, no. It's true!..."

This was Hermione and Ron chattering inanely while Draco and Harry had a much deeper conversation:

"So tell me, do you ever wear Muggle stuff?"

"Well, only enough for under my robes. You see Father just wouldn't allow me to wear it. He's uh, not that keen on Muggles..."

"That's really a shame because some Muggle designers are amazing! Like Prada and Gucci and of course Vogue magazine has the best clothes you could want with the best designers. You should try it out sometime! Oh and does the Wizarding world have fashion designers?"

"Not really, there are varying degrees of professionalism in robe makers but not really designers."

"Hey, we should start our own designer robes and clothes shop! Like we could make Muggle-looking clothes but they're actually Wizard stuff so even you could wear them without robes!"

"I like it, I like it a lot..."

Well, a conversation anyway. They continued in a similar vein until a cough and pointed look from Professor McGonagall, who had seemingly materialised from thin air, shut them up and as they walked into the Great Hall, they were sent, along with the other First Years, into an awed silence.

Harry and Draco had started up a conversation again, albeit very quietly this time, and so missed the instructions as to what to do when their names were called. Therefore Draco looked terrified when his voice echoed around the Hall.

"Draco Malfoy! Up here please!"

Looking an odd mixture of relieved and terrified at the same time, Draco sat on the chair. No sooner as the hat touched his head did the call of "SLYTHERIN!" issue from the Sorting Hat's sort-of lips.

Harry found himself completely bored by the entire process. Fussing with his hair slightly, (Which was stylishly messy thank you very much.) he noticed that pretty much everyone was staring at him and so he gave a little wave. A dark-haired, hook-nosed professor at the Head table looked disapproving but hey, what did he matter? As his name was called, the Hall went silent and smiling slightly, he sauntered up and sat down on the stool. Crossing his legs and placing his clasped hands on his knees he awaited the Sorting Hat's verdict.

As it was placed on his head, he couldn't stop the gasp that emitted from his lips at the sudden voice in his head.

"Let me see, let me see... Ah! Harry Potter I see! Now... Where to place you? Hmm... Your hearts desire lies in Slytherin," Harry gave a start at these words. Heart's desire? This could be interesting... "But no... " No? Why? I want to know who this desire is! "Too much courage, not enough cunning..." Oh, but I want to know! whined Harry's head voice, "Hmm, well... It's going to have to be... "

A/N: Ooh... Where is our intrepid hero going to be Sorted? Find out next time! Seriously, sorry about the cliffhanger but it could also be useful! Last chance to vote before Harry is Sorted! Gryffindor, Slytherin or... Hufflepuff?

Also, any ideas as to what Harry and Draco's possible future business could be called? I want a bit of a discussion in future chapters between them... Thanks for reading!