So, I was wanting to find a good fic of Gryffindor Draco, but I could never find one where he started in the house so here it is! I do not own Harry Potter other wise Dramione would be cannon ^.^. If I can manage to stay with this, then this is going to be a multibook series. Thanks for the views!

GRYFFINDOR!"

The hat had barely had any time to sit on his head and yet it had shouted the house as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. There was some clapping but it was drowned out by the whispers being passed from person to person. Nobody could believe what they had just heard.

Draco Malfoy.

Sorted into Gryffindor.

He was surprised at his ability to stand with how weak his legs felt at the moment. He kept his eyes on his shoes and silently made his way over to the table where people patted his back and gave him smiles that he just wasn't able to return.

What would his father say about this?

There was no way he was a Gryffindor. Never had he heard of a Malfoy that wasn't placed into Slytherin, let alone into its rival house. He had grown up knowing where he would end up, alongside the other purebloods that had frequented his home throughout the years. So far each and every one of them were placed into Slytherin where they belonged, but he had been singled out and sent to his demise.

Of course he was being slightly dramatic about everything. If he was going to be honest, being in the wrong house wasn't the end of the world and he could still hang out with the right crowd. To him it didn't really matter, however the fear of his father's wrath terrified him to the bone. It wouldn't take long before word reached him and Draco was sure that the reaction would be worse than anything he could imagine. He had grown up with being beaten anytime he thought "incorrectly" or asked the wrong question. That was all nothing though, compared to the disaster of being placed in The Lion's Den.

The girl sitting next to him began to shift around in her seat and when Draco looked up he saw a huge grin on her face. He could tell right then that she wasn't pure blood, or at least not the type he would be permitted to hang out with, as if she was she would have been taught to keep those outward emotions in check.

As if she could feel him watching her she turned his way and her smile got even bigger showing off her large teeth, "Isn't this so exciting? I'd done tons of reading on Hogwarts, even managed to finish the entirety of 'Hogwarts, a History' before coming here, but nothing could have prepared me for the real thing."

Draco nodded and attempted to keep the annoyance from his face. This girl had to be a mud blood, not that he would risk insulting her about it when he was surrounded by her kind and blood traitors. The girl either didn't notice his disdain or chose to ignore it and she began to bounce in her seat while letting little giggles out every few moments.

"I'm Hermione by the way," she stuck her hand out, "Hermione Granger."

He immediately recognized her name from one of the muggle plays that his mother had read to him growing up, though of course he wouldn't dare say that outloud for the risk of it getting back to his father.

He took her hand and put on the famous Malfoy smirk, "Draco Malfoy."

The girl shook his hand vigorously before returning to her exciting bounce, her frizzy hair nearly smacking him in the face. Draco didn't necessarily hate mudbloods, but to admit that would lead to severe punishment but he just wasn't willing to risk. They of course were not as powerful or intelligent as a pureblood, but his mother had told him time and time again that they deserved to have magic as much as the next person. His father of course disagree wholeheartedly which is why his mother kept those thoughts to herself only ever opening up to him.

Eventually the ceremony was finished and the feast appeared on the table. Draco couldn't help but notice how the girl next to him squealed with delight when the food appeared out of nowhere and he fought the urge to roll his eyes.

It was only food, it wasn't that impressive.

He scanned the table to see who all had been sorted into the house alongside him. He had hoped desperately to find a familiar face but he wasn't surprised to find that he was the only person that seemed to be out of place. He spotted Harry Potter surrounded by nothing but red hair and inwardly scolded himself for already screwing up his chance of having an alliance with him. He continued to look around at everyone else and noticed that people were either looking at him with distrust or were completely uninterested in his presence. He finally rested his gaze on the girl sitting next to him who was munching on a roll as her eyes scanned the room around them before she met him again and gave a grin.

He didn't really want to, but he needed an ally in the house and it looked like this mudblood would be the easiest person to manipulate. He would never actually hang out with her, but he assumed that if he were cordial enough that he would be able to call on her when he needed to. She didn't seem as much of an idiot as Crabbe or Goyle was, but she would.

Yes, she would.

"Listen it's nothing personal Draco, but I just don't see this friendship being useful with you surrounded by those kinds of people."

His chest felt tight and it was becoming more and more difficult to keep his impassive expression, "I don't understand how me being forced into another house changes anything. I'm still the same person."

Pansy gave him a look of pity but his other friends stayed silent, most of them refusing to even look his way.

Eventually Blaise cleared his throat and stood finally meeting Draco's eyes, "Not only will it look bad on us for fraternizing with Gryffindor but it will be bad for you as well. Just face it Draco, it's better this way."

Draco stood still until the pain in his chest was becoming unbearable. He spun quickly on his heels and walked away as fast as he could without seeming like what they were saying was bothering him. Never in his right mind had the thought that every single one of them would turn against him. Some of them, like the Greengrass girl or Theo Nott, he hadn't been very close with; but Pansy and Blaise had been his best friends.

This sucked.

He made it back to his table to see that they were all standing up and trailing after one another to the hallway. He noticed the frizzy haired girl look around for a moment before she found him and waved erratically to follow them. Draco let out a final quivering sigh and then pushed his emotions behind him before making his way out to the hallway with his 'house'.

They got to the door of the infamous Gryffindor Commonroom and someone began talking to them while the portrait of a large woman sang off key in the background. The faces surrounding him looked full of excitement and Draco couldn't help but feel envy at that. He shouldn't be here right now, he should be standing in the dungeons surrounded by his friends excitedly talking about the school year and quidditch.

Eventually the boy in front of them stopped droning on and they opened the portrait and crowded into the common room. Draco couldn't help but roll his eyes at the password they were using to get in.

Bravery.

Typical Gryffindor.

There were two staircases inside that led to the different dorms. Draco followed the other boys up the right side and chose the open bed in the farthest corner. He could feel the eyes of the other boys boring into his back and finally he turned around to see that half of them quickly looked away while the other half stood their ground.

"Problem?" Draco asked, trying to sound bored.

The Weasley kid that he met earlier was the first to speak, "Why are you here?"

What a stupid question. Draco wondered if the redhead had possibly fallen asleep during the ceremony or if he was just that unintelligent.

He did his best to keep the sarcasm from his voice, "This is where I was sorted."

"Okay but why?" The boy asked, seeming to be the only one wanting to speak.

Draco shrugged, "I'm wondering the same thing."

He didn't even give him a chance to reply before turning back to his bed and shutting the curtains around himself. He pulled out one of his favorite books, at least from the wizarding community, and forced himself to read as he ignored the sounds and whisperings around him. Eventually everything went silent, and when Draco was sure that he was the only one awake he snuck to the door and made his way down to the main room to sit by the fire. His mind started to wander and he tried to think if there was a way he could convince Dumbledore to put him in the correct house. His father had always called the man a bumbling idiot, and Draco hoped that meant he would be easy to persuade.

"Are you alright?"

He jumped slightly at the sudden voice and turned around to see the busy haired girl from earlier, Hermione was her name, standing at the end of her staircase. Draco gave her a curt nod and couldn't help but notice the look of pity in her eyes as she stared at him.

As if he needed pity from a mudblood.

"I heard the others talking about you at the table while you were talking to your friends."

Draco's chest began to hurt again at the mention of his so-called friends. It didn't surprise him that the others were talking about him though, he would have done the same thing if it were the other way around. When he pulled himself from his thoughts he noticed that the girl hadn't moved but her eyes no longer held that same look and instead seemed like they were full of questions.

"I don't agree with what they were saying though if that makes a difference," she began to play with the end of her skirt, "The sorting hat doesn't get things wrong. If it says you belong here then you do."

This time Draco had to look away before he said something to hurt her feelings. He bit his cheek and gave the girl a small shrug before pulling his wand from his pocket and twirling it between his fingers. He didn't want her sympathy, to be honest he really didn't want anything to do with her. The only reason he was staying slightly cordial is because he knew that he was surrounded by like minded people and he didn't want to be disliked more than he already was.

He heard the sound of steps going up the staircase and let out a sigh of relief at the knowledge that he would finally be alone again with his thoughts. This was unacceptable that he was where he was and someone, somewhere, was going to make things right.

"I hope you get to feeling better. Goodnight."

He turned quickly and met her eyes as she stood near the top of the staircase. There was an emotion to her face that he had only ever seen his mother give him before and it made his skin tingle.

Compassion.

He couldn't help but give her a little grin, "Goodnight, and thank you."

The first chapter is a bit short but hopefully I'll be able to write longer things in the futures. Again, thanks for the views and have a great day!