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Chapter 4: First Day
"Is the sorting done now?" Ron whined in my ear for the sixth time. This had been going on for the past two minutes. But I answered in my sweet, but quiet voice, "No, Ron. Not yet." I then focused my attention back onto the sorting. I was starting to get hungry also, but I didn't say so. After all, Ron is my friend, but he can over do it sometimes. The sorting hat was in the process of sorting the first years with the last names beginning with I. But as I began to think of what it will be like in my new prefect position, Ron's voice rang once more into my thoughts. "Hermione, is it time for the feast yet?" If I could only kick him up the-"Yes, Ron. I think it's almost time." Harry didn't look too pleased at the situation, either. I could see he was hungry also, not wanting to disturb anyone, but Ron's constant reminder of food was driving him mad. At Ron's last statement, Harry pulled on his robes and whispered for him to shut up. Ron didn't take it offensively and decided to grin and turn toward the sorting instead. Harry just shook his head behind his back. I then noticed that the sorting was over and Professor Dumbledore was standing up, making announcements. I listened in and finally noticed that it was the speech for first years, with the added rules this year as well. I tuned out and noticed something out of the corner of my eye. I focused in without looking and saw something bright flashing. Turning head on, I saw it was the reflection of a glass from the candles floating overhead. In fact, the glass was moving to get the glare and it kept hitting my face. It was very annoying indeed. I looked up at the person and was surprised to see Draco holding the glass and twirling its rim around the table's surface. He looked bored and in another world, but as if he felt my eyes on him he looked up just in time to see the bright glare cover my eyes. I squinted, and saw the glare disappear. Opening my eyes to look at him, he was looking at me embarrassed. He mouthed "sorry" to me and turned when one of the Slytherins tapped him on the shoulder. I turned to see Dumbledore wave his hands and food appearing on everyone's plates.
Hey! I didn't know the glass was reflecting, not my fault. Well, it is, but never mind. And yes, I did mean to say sorry. I mean, I should be. It was blinding her and I certainly don't want that. Professor Dumbledore called the prefects up to the teacher's table to the end the feast and I wasn't surprised to see Hermione hurry up along with the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw prefects. She glanced at me and threw me a half grin. At least she didn't slap me this time. Dumbledore explained our duties of leading the houses up to their dormitories after the feast and told us our passwords in secret. He then told us to meet him in the Entrance Hall after we did this to lead us to our new common room and dormitories. I walked back to my seat as Dumbledore pronounced the feast over and led my house to the dungeons. After settling them in and giving the usual first year speech, I walked briskly to the Entrance Hall. I saw the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw prefects already there, standing with Dumbledore. He nodded at me as I joined the tiny circle. Not more than 3 seconds after my arrival, Hermione came running down the main staircase, obviously out of breath. "Sorry..I'm..late..Professor." She managed to get out. Dumbledore gave her a smile, and motioned us to follow him. We went passed the dungeons and beyond a light blue satin curtain. Behind it was a portrait of a rainbow colored pig standing on a rooftop. "Password?" the pig asked. "Ghost Incantations," Dumbledore replied. The portrait swung open to reveal a large room of many colors. A lit fireplace sat across from the doorway and four couches sat around it, all a house color. Portraits of old prefects lined the walls, looking smug and grinning, their badges shining in the candlelight of the chandelier. On the right and left walls were four more portraits, all an exact but smaller replica of our own house's portraits. Dumbledore began to speak. "Behind your house portraits are two more doors. One being your dormitory, the other your house common room. You will explore and find many surprises in these four walls. Now I bid you good night." Dumbledore left through the portrait we had just entered and we looked around for a few more seconds. "Well, I'm going to check out my dormitory. You coming, Justin?" the Ravenclaw asked his Hufflepuff friend. "Sure. 'Night you two!" He called behind him. "'Night," I heard myself say. "I'm going to mine, too, I suppose." I said walking toward my portrait. "Does this mean we're friends?" I heard behind me. I stopped. Shocked, I slowly turned around to face her. She walked up to me with the same questioning look. "Do you want to be friends?" I stammered out. "If this is some trick of yours, Malfoy, I swear-" "No, it's not!" I interrupted before she could get angry with me. She looked half surprised half bewildered. "I'd like to be friends." I told her simply. She looked unsure but she smiled. "Okay. We can be friends. It's a little early to be going to bed. Are you tired?" Hermione asked me. "No, not really." "Me either. Do you want to hang out after you see your dormitory? I mean, when I become friends with someone, I'd like to know a little bit about them." "That sounds good." I replied.
AN: HAHAHAHA. I made it longer! YAY.