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Hermione stepped out of the platform eyes wide with anticipation, she wished that she has a pair more so she can absorb all the wonderful things around her. Students from every year were running around to their respected rides towards the grandiose castle, Hogwarts. Hermione's eyes widened some more when she saw the Gothic architecture over the horizon. It was way, way better and majestic than she imagined.
"First yers... First yers this way", she gasped when she saw the huge man who owned the booming voice with a Scottish accent. Giant she thought in awe. The giant was holding a bell and was chiming it as though he was gathering his flock. " First yers, first yers follow me", he grinned down at the small young wizards and witches looking up at him with a mixture of curiosity, awe and fear. " Hello 'arry!" the giant waved his big hand toward a bespectacled boy.
" did he say Harry? The Harry Potter?" whispers followed the giant's greeting. All who heard the greeting craned their necks to get a glimpse of the boy
"Only four a boat", the man ordered as he guided them to the lake regaining the focus of the first years . "Oi there young man is this frog yers?" he asked a harassed looking young boy from the train.
"Trevor! I have been looking everywhere for you", a young chubby boy smiled widely as he ran to the man. The giant then guided the very much happy boy to the boat.
Hermione then followed suit and sat next to the boy. "Neville you should really keep an eye on that frog of yours" she said. Neville just nodded, too happy to answer Hermione.
"Bloody hell she's bossy", Ron whispered to Harry who were in the same boat as hers. " I hope I'm not in the same house as hers", he added.
"Shhh..." Harry said looking nervously at the bushy haired girl's direction. "She might hear you", fortunately for them the girl was too busy looking at her surroundings to notice the rants of the boy behind her.
Hermione enjoyed the boat ride very much. She was also very attentive to the man who collected them as he generously gave off some information about Hogwarts. She was a little sad that the boat ride has ended.
The man knocked on a great oak door three times. Every one held their breath as the huge door opened which revealed a stern looking witch. "Welcome to Hogwarts", the witch seemed to look at every one of them and then guided the first years to a vacant room. "As we enter the great hall you are to stand in the middle. You will be called by your last names to be sorted. There are four houses and each of them has a great history Griffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and of course Slytherin", she explained. "If I were you, you better sharpen your minds. I will call you when we are ready for you all" and with that she left the scared first years.
"My brother Fred said we had to fight off a troll or something", Hermione heard Ron whisper to Harry.
Hermione tried not to listen to the boy. She tried to remember all the spells that she read from a book which was given to her a few summers ago. The bit her lower lip in concentration.
"We are ready for you", the stern looking witch approached them and guided them to the middle of the great hall. Every one of them huddled close than they normally would. The witch then walked to the front and pulled out a hat and a stool.
" All we have to do is wear a hat?" Ron angrily said. " I'm going to kill Fred"
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While the sorting ceremony was taking place Hermione waited patiently but nervously for her name to be called. The only thing on her mind was that she wished not to be sorted to Slytherin. She heard many awful stories about the house. She scanned her eyes to all the four tables. Then her eyes rested to the table at the far corner of the great hall. The occupants there really looked like a mean bunch, Slytherin... she thought.
"Granger, Hermione", the witch called her name. Hermione walked slowly toward the hat as she reviewed some last minute spells in her mind. She sat down and the witch placed the hat on the girl's head. Hermione was too nervous to hear what the hat was mumbling about, she only heard.... GRIFFINDOR!!! She hopped down from the stool and went to her table where she was greeted by thunderous applauses.
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"Draco Malfoy...Slytherin!" monstrous claps from the corner of the great hall resounded when the sorting hat announced his name and the house he was sorted to. The Slytherin Prince has finally arrived. Draco puffed his chest in pride as he gracefully glided to his house's table. He was welcomed by warm pats on the back by his soon-to-be-minions.
Draco Mal... Mal.. Malfoy! Hermione's eyes widened as she heard her old friends name. She was happily sorted at She craned neck and tiptoed towards the Slytherin's table to see if she was mistaken. It was no mistake.. She heard it correctly.. the first thing she noticed.. even as a little girl was Draco Malfoy's magnificent blond hair....
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"Well done Draco. You're starting to live-up to the Malfoy name", said Damien Montague a snotty third year wizard. The boy's father is an associate of Lucius Malfoy, Draco's iron fisted father.
"Montague" was only Draco's reply to the boy followed by a simple nod. The Montague's are very well respected but are just not elite enough for the Malfoy's. They just tolerate the family because they give off very useful information.
When the sorting ceremony was finished, a scrumptious feast magically appeared on the four long tables. Draco piled the his golden platter with food while occasionally talking to Blaise. "How was are things at the Malfoy Manor?" Blaise asked. "I haven't been there in a while"
"Boring... I have nothing to do but order and torture the ugly house elves around. It gets really old after awhile" the blond drawled as he forked his food.
"I thought Pansy visited you often?" Blaise asked cocking his handsomely shaped eyebrow while nodding his head across the table where the girl was sitting.
"When she visits me... I suddenly know how the elves feel when I torture them", he frowned as he disgustingly at the pug-faced looking female who was staring dreamily at him from across the table.
Upon hearing this, Blaise laughed at his friend's statement. "I'm telling you Draco... there's something wrong with that girl... better watch your back because one of this days she's gonna grab you when you least expect it"
Draco was about to feed himself again when he felt someone hug him from behind. His muscles immediately tensed and his jaw hardened. He jumped away from the arms encircling him and faced it's owner....
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DONE!! Hope you like this chapter. :P R&R please!