Chapter 8- THE SORTING
When I got off of the boat, I didn't know who to walk with. Though when I turned around to look for Draco, he (and his cronies) weren't there. I saw Ron, and Harry waving to me from afar. I walked with them, Ron was very perturbed, and kept complaining about Hermionie. We finally got inside and were lead by Hagrid into this lightly lit room, then a rather stern and sophisticated looking black-haired witch, wearing rather pretty green robes. After introducing herself to be Professor McGongall she told us about the four houses: Griffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Then she left us to go let the rest of the school; all of us were talking nervously. Then these ghosts flew through the room, debating rather animatedly about someone named Peeves; it was amazing.
We were brought inside a rather large hall, there were students sitting all throughout it. I could feel hundreds of eyes turn, and stare at us as we entered. I turned and looked at Harry and Ron. "Have you ever had this much attention on you at one time?" I knew I hadn't.
"Not especially." Commented Harry.
"Well you'd better get used to it; it'll be coming at you for the rest of your life."
"Oh, great!" Commented Harry sarcastically, rolling his eyes. From the first day I met him, I noticed that he wasn't all that good at dealing with attention.
I was just about to say something apologetic for Harry about that, but I was interrupted when Mrs. McGonagall took a three-legged stool and put a crooked hat onto it.
She stood aside as the hat opened at the brim and began to sing a song. (a/n: many apologies to those of you who are tired of this song.)
"Oh you may not think I'm pretty, But don't judge by what you see, I'll eat myself if you can find A smarter hat than me. You can keep your bowlers black, Your top hats sleek and tall, For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat And I can cap them all. There's nothing hidden in your head The Sorting Hat can't see," (At this I' blushed pretty badly. Which caused Ron and Harry to laugh.)
"So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be. You might belong in Gryffindor, Where dwell the brave at heart," (Ron drew a sharp breath at this line, I'd heard about his whole 'family lineage') "Their daring, nerve, and chivalry Set Gryffindors apart; You might belong in Hufflepuff, Where they are just and loyal, Those patient Hufflepuffs are true And unafraid of toil; Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, If you've a ready mind, Where those of wit and learning, Will always find their kind." (I looked over at Hermionie, I now knew what house she'd be in.)
"Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends, Those cunning folk use any means To achieve their ends." (I saw Draco stand up taller at this. He looked over and smiled at me.) "So put me on! Don't be afraid! And don't get in a flap! You're in safe hands (though I have none) For I'm a Thinking Cap!" ****Four Years Later****
I look back on this and I grin as I remember how nervous I was. We were all nervous. Of course I still spend all of my holidays (except Summer) at Hogwarts, and my mom and 'ol'-what's-his-name' (my evil ex-step dad) got a divorce. All in all things turned out fine. "Hey Rose! Aren't you coming?" I hear Draco call to me from down in the common room.
"Well duh!" I call back, and think how absolutely wonderful it is to have a friend. (Even if everybody else thinks he's a total jerk.) I close the book that I'm reading and bounce down the stairs. "Hey!" He smiles at me, "You look pretty happy."
"Just remembering our first year, and first impressions." I grin happily as I watch a slight pink tinge rise to his cheeks, I know that he's pretty embarrassed.
"Whatever." He shrugs, trying to be 'cool'. "Let's go, we'll be late for potions." I know that he doesn't really care, since we usually ditch that class anyway, but he just wants to get out of there before Pansy comes down.
I laugh and start walking out of the common room, Draco's right behind me. I open the door, turning around to talk to him, and look at whom I run straight into. "Ouch! Oh hi Harry. Do you want to walk with us to potions?"
I notice that Harry's got a weird look on his face. I don't even need to turn around, "Draco cut the crap." I can feel Draco's face ease. Sometimes I think that I know him too well. "So, do you wanna'?"
"Sure, I guess. Come on Ron! Hermionie!" I look expectantly down the hall as Ron and Hermionie came sauntering up.
I looked back at Draco. "Do you mind?"
"Actually, I do."
I give Harry an apologetic look, then call down the hall, "Hey guys, I'll catch up with you in Potions."
I turn to walk down to the Potions classroom with Draco when I realize that he's already gone. "Draco! Wait up!" I catch up to him. "Why won't you give them a chance?"
"Oh come on! Do you think that they give me a chance?"
We've had this fight about 10 times already this year. "I don't know what I'd do without you." I tell him.
"I don't know what you'd do without me either." He replies as he swings his arm around my shoulder. I notice a few first years looking at us strangely as we walk. I giggle to myself at their wide-eyes, especially as Draco glares at them.
We walk into the Potions class where we take our usual seats in the back. Snape's no problem because he absolutely loves Draco, and I'm Draco's best friend so he deals with me. We're on the very edge of the Slytherin half of the classroom. I take notes on how to make a Polyjuice Potion, (I love being a fifth year, oh the benefits.) I glance over at Harry, Ron, and Hermionie. I note Hermionie's sweat. I remember in our second year when Hermionie turned herself into a cat-girl with this potion. (Of course I didn't find out that they had done it until after all of the students were un-petrified.) We hadn't been talking because of the house-rivalries, although I had wanted to. We didn't make up until Harry saved Ginny. She was a favorite study-buddy at the time. So I had to thank Harry, and thus, I became one of the only Slytherins to befriend Gryffindors.
I take the notes then drift off into a daydream where Harry, Ron, Hermionie, and Draco all get along. I wonder how I could accomplish that. As I think class passes really quickly. Suddenly I'm walking with Draco down to lunch. "God, I really can't wait to try that potion out!" Draco was saying excitedly.
"Do you think that we can get the ingredients?"
"Of course."
"Who's our target?"
"Well, I figured that we could try it out first with us."
"Uh, okay, sounds fun."
"Yeah, except for the pain part. Snape just wouldn't shut up about how awful that is."
I giggled. "Oh! That reminds me! I have a book that I want to show you."
"Oh god." He started bitterly, "Not another muggle book?"
"I think you'll like this one." I smile sweetly at him.
We walk down to the dorms and I dash up to my room. Not too surprised to hear Draco two steps behind me. "You know, you've got to stop coming up into the girl's dorms."
"Only if you stop coming into the guys." I roll my eyes.
"Whatever Draco."
I pull random things out of my trunk and throw them to Draco. These things include my ties, my shirts, underwear, a couple thin schoolbooks, four boxes of mints, six CD cases, and my portable CD player and headphones. He calmly lays them down next to him on a table for me to pick up later. Sometimes I think that we're just too comfortable around each other. I finally extract my rather large copy of The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien, which is my favorite book. Then, instead of tossing it, I hand it to him. He looks at the 1,137 pages that make the book. "Don't worry," I tell him, "not only is it a great book, it's full of sword fighting." I watch his face brighten up, I am one of the chosen few who gets to know about his little obsession. "Plus about 129 pages of that is made up of appendixes and indexes." I watch a grin spread over his face.
He begins to help me clean up my stuff. He usually doesn't do that, I knew something was up. "What's wrong?" I turn to him.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, for one you're helping, and two you're doing manual labor!"
"Well.I was wondering if I could have a word with you?"
"Sure. What's up?"
**I love all of you who reviewed, faithful fans, I've now updated and I hope that you're happy, I tried really hard to make it more interesting. Plus this chapter is at least three times as long as the last one. **
When I got off of the boat, I didn't know who to walk with. Though when I turned around to look for Draco, he (and his cronies) weren't there. I saw Ron, and Harry waving to me from afar. I walked with them, Ron was very perturbed, and kept complaining about Hermionie. We finally got inside and were lead by Hagrid into this lightly lit room, then a rather stern and sophisticated looking black-haired witch, wearing rather pretty green robes. After introducing herself to be Professor McGongall she told us about the four houses: Griffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Then she left us to go let the rest of the school; all of us were talking nervously. Then these ghosts flew through the room, debating rather animatedly about someone named Peeves; it was amazing.
We were brought inside a rather large hall, there were students sitting all throughout it. I could feel hundreds of eyes turn, and stare at us as we entered. I turned and looked at Harry and Ron. "Have you ever had this much attention on you at one time?" I knew I hadn't.
"Not especially." Commented Harry.
"Well you'd better get used to it; it'll be coming at you for the rest of your life."
"Oh, great!" Commented Harry sarcastically, rolling his eyes. From the first day I met him, I noticed that he wasn't all that good at dealing with attention.
I was just about to say something apologetic for Harry about that, but I was interrupted when Mrs. McGonagall took a three-legged stool and put a crooked hat onto it.
She stood aside as the hat opened at the brim and began to sing a song. (a/n: many apologies to those of you who are tired of this song.)
"Oh you may not think I'm pretty, But don't judge by what you see, I'll eat myself if you can find A smarter hat than me. You can keep your bowlers black, Your top hats sleek and tall, For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat And I can cap them all. There's nothing hidden in your head The Sorting Hat can't see," (At this I' blushed pretty badly. Which caused Ron and Harry to laugh.)
"So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be. You might belong in Gryffindor, Where dwell the brave at heart," (Ron drew a sharp breath at this line, I'd heard about his whole 'family lineage') "Their daring, nerve, and chivalry Set Gryffindors apart; You might belong in Hufflepuff, Where they are just and loyal, Those patient Hufflepuffs are true And unafraid of toil; Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, If you've a ready mind, Where those of wit and learning, Will always find their kind." (I looked over at Hermionie, I now knew what house she'd be in.)
"Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends, Those cunning folk use any means To achieve their ends." (I saw Draco stand up taller at this. He looked over and smiled at me.) "So put me on! Don't be afraid! And don't get in a flap! You're in safe hands (though I have none) For I'm a Thinking Cap!" ****Four Years Later****
I look back on this and I grin as I remember how nervous I was. We were all nervous. Of course I still spend all of my holidays (except Summer) at Hogwarts, and my mom and 'ol'-what's-his-name' (my evil ex-step dad) got a divorce. All in all things turned out fine. "Hey Rose! Aren't you coming?" I hear Draco call to me from down in the common room.
"Well duh!" I call back, and think how absolutely wonderful it is to have a friend. (Even if everybody else thinks he's a total jerk.) I close the book that I'm reading and bounce down the stairs. "Hey!" He smiles at me, "You look pretty happy."
"Just remembering our first year, and first impressions." I grin happily as I watch a slight pink tinge rise to his cheeks, I know that he's pretty embarrassed.
"Whatever." He shrugs, trying to be 'cool'. "Let's go, we'll be late for potions." I know that he doesn't really care, since we usually ditch that class anyway, but he just wants to get out of there before Pansy comes down.
I laugh and start walking out of the common room, Draco's right behind me. I open the door, turning around to talk to him, and look at whom I run straight into. "Ouch! Oh hi Harry. Do you want to walk with us to potions?"
I notice that Harry's got a weird look on his face. I don't even need to turn around, "Draco cut the crap." I can feel Draco's face ease. Sometimes I think that I know him too well. "So, do you wanna'?"
"Sure, I guess. Come on Ron! Hermionie!" I look expectantly down the hall as Ron and Hermionie came sauntering up.
I looked back at Draco. "Do you mind?"
"Actually, I do."
I give Harry an apologetic look, then call down the hall, "Hey guys, I'll catch up with you in Potions."
I turn to walk down to the Potions classroom with Draco when I realize that he's already gone. "Draco! Wait up!" I catch up to him. "Why won't you give them a chance?"
"Oh come on! Do you think that they give me a chance?"
We've had this fight about 10 times already this year. "I don't know what I'd do without you." I tell him.
"I don't know what you'd do without me either." He replies as he swings his arm around my shoulder. I notice a few first years looking at us strangely as we walk. I giggle to myself at their wide-eyes, especially as Draco glares at them.
We walk into the Potions class where we take our usual seats in the back. Snape's no problem because he absolutely loves Draco, and I'm Draco's best friend so he deals with me. We're on the very edge of the Slytherin half of the classroom. I take notes on how to make a Polyjuice Potion, (I love being a fifth year, oh the benefits.) I glance over at Harry, Ron, and Hermionie. I note Hermionie's sweat. I remember in our second year when Hermionie turned herself into a cat-girl with this potion. (Of course I didn't find out that they had done it until after all of the students were un-petrified.) We hadn't been talking because of the house-rivalries, although I had wanted to. We didn't make up until Harry saved Ginny. She was a favorite study-buddy at the time. So I had to thank Harry, and thus, I became one of the only Slytherins to befriend Gryffindors.
I take the notes then drift off into a daydream where Harry, Ron, Hermionie, and Draco all get along. I wonder how I could accomplish that. As I think class passes really quickly. Suddenly I'm walking with Draco down to lunch. "God, I really can't wait to try that potion out!" Draco was saying excitedly.
"Do you think that we can get the ingredients?"
"Of course."
"Who's our target?"
"Well, I figured that we could try it out first with us."
"Uh, okay, sounds fun."
"Yeah, except for the pain part. Snape just wouldn't shut up about how awful that is."
I giggled. "Oh! That reminds me! I have a book that I want to show you."
"Oh god." He started bitterly, "Not another muggle book?"
"I think you'll like this one." I smile sweetly at him.
We walk down to the dorms and I dash up to my room. Not too surprised to hear Draco two steps behind me. "You know, you've got to stop coming up into the girl's dorms."
"Only if you stop coming into the guys." I roll my eyes.
"Whatever Draco."
I pull random things out of my trunk and throw them to Draco. These things include my ties, my shirts, underwear, a couple thin schoolbooks, four boxes of mints, six CD cases, and my portable CD player and headphones. He calmly lays them down next to him on a table for me to pick up later. Sometimes I think that we're just too comfortable around each other. I finally extract my rather large copy of The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien, which is my favorite book. Then, instead of tossing it, I hand it to him. He looks at the 1,137 pages that make the book. "Don't worry," I tell him, "not only is it a great book, it's full of sword fighting." I watch his face brighten up, I am one of the chosen few who gets to know about his little obsession. "Plus about 129 pages of that is made up of appendixes and indexes." I watch a grin spread over his face.
He begins to help me clean up my stuff. He usually doesn't do that, I knew something was up. "What's wrong?" I turn to him.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, for one you're helping, and two you're doing manual labor!"
"Well.I was wondering if I could have a word with you?"
"Sure. What's up?"
**I love all of you who reviewed, faithful fans, I've now updated and I hope that you're happy, I tried really hard to make it more interesting. Plus this chapter is at least three times as long as the last one. **
