Hermione was ushered out of the train hurridely. She had meant to go and look for Draco, to say goodbye one last time before they were Sorted, but a burly giant-man patted her on the back and lead her to a magnificent boat along with Harry, Ron and, just her luck, Neville Longbottom.
Hermione stared in awe at the great castle which was gettng closer and closer. The boats seemed to glide across the crystal-clear lake. After a suprisingly-short ride, the first-years, nervously of course, walked up to the sparkling castle in a long line.
Draco looked around for Hermione as he got off the boat. The sights were nothing special to him; he had been taken to far too many exotic places to be awed by a simple lake. His attempts to find Hermione were in vain, so he hung back with the two slobbering idiots who were to be his close friends. As if.
As they walked inside, Hermione couldn't help but gasp. Never in her life had she seen anything so amazing as the inside of the school. Nearly every inch of it was covered with a beautiful piece of artwork, each picture telling a story of it's own.
"How exactly do they sort us into houses?" she heard Harry ask Ron. She then heard Ron tell him that his brother said they may have to take a test to be fully accepted. A test!
Hermione began mumbling different spells and incantations she had learned during the little time she'd had to study. She barely noticed that people were begining to walk steadily away from her, except Neville, who was begging for a glimpse of some kind, and kind of magic which could help him pass the tests.
It didn't help her concentration whatsoever as packs of ghosts began pouring into the room through the walls. "The repairing spell is 'repairo'." She murmured, trying to think through all the commotion.
Suddenly, a hush came over the crowd. Hermione looked up to see what was the matter. In the middle of the room was a giant-
"Hat?" Hermione said, questioningly.
The hat was old and tattered. It had rips and tears and patches all over. Hermione wondered how long the Professor McGonagall had kept the hat. To everyone's suprise, it began to speak.
It told of four houses; Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Raveclaw, and Slytherin; each of which Hermione had read about in 'Hogwarts, a History'. Then it said that all you had to do was place it on your head, and it would tell you what house you were in! Hermione wasn't the only one who breathed a sigh of relief. "I'll kill Fred," she heard Ron say to Harry, "He was going on about wrestling a troll."
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Draco watched as Hermione, and the jackass Harry Potter, were both placed in Gryffindor. 'Gryffindor, please! I'll do anything,' he said, or rather thought to the hat. But practically the second it was placed on his head, the danm thing screamed, "SLYTHERIN!"
'Damn!' Draco thought bitterly. 'All because of my stupid father and the Malfoy family line. Or maybe it's because of my gray eyes.' He sadly took a seat at the Slytherin table, soon to be joined by Pansy, the little snot.
Hermione stared in awe at the great castle which was gettng closer and closer. The boats seemed to glide across the crystal-clear lake. After a suprisingly-short ride, the first-years, nervously of course, walked up to the sparkling castle in a long line.
Draco looked around for Hermione as he got off the boat. The sights were nothing special to him; he had been taken to far too many exotic places to be awed by a simple lake. His attempts to find Hermione were in vain, so he hung back with the two slobbering idiots who were to be his close friends. As if.
As they walked inside, Hermione couldn't help but gasp. Never in her life had she seen anything so amazing as the inside of the school. Nearly every inch of it was covered with a beautiful piece of artwork, each picture telling a story of it's own.
"How exactly do they sort us into houses?" she heard Harry ask Ron. She then heard Ron tell him that his brother said they may have to take a test to be fully accepted. A test!
Hermione began mumbling different spells and incantations she had learned during the little time she'd had to study. She barely noticed that people were begining to walk steadily away from her, except Neville, who was begging for a glimpse of some kind, and kind of magic which could help him pass the tests.
It didn't help her concentration whatsoever as packs of ghosts began pouring into the room through the walls. "The repairing spell is 'repairo'." She murmured, trying to think through all the commotion.
Suddenly, a hush came over the crowd. Hermione looked up to see what was the matter. In the middle of the room was a giant-
"Hat?" Hermione said, questioningly.
The hat was old and tattered. It had rips and tears and patches all over. Hermione wondered how long the Professor McGonagall had kept the hat. To everyone's suprise, it began to speak.
It told of four houses; Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Raveclaw, and Slytherin; each of which Hermione had read about in 'Hogwarts, a History'. Then it said that all you had to do was place it on your head, and it would tell you what house you were in! Hermione wasn't the only one who breathed a sigh of relief. "I'll kill Fred," she heard Ron say to Harry, "He was going on about wrestling a troll."
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Draco watched as Hermione, and the jackass Harry Potter, were both placed in Gryffindor. 'Gryffindor, please! I'll do anything,' he said, or rather thought to the hat. But practically the second it was placed on his head, the danm thing screamed, "SLYTHERIN!"
'Damn!' Draco thought bitterly. 'All because of my stupid father and the Malfoy family line. Or maybe it's because of my gray eyes.' He sadly took a seat at the Slytherin table, soon to be joined by Pansy, the little snot.