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Sorting And Others

Ginny took her seat at the Gryffindor table and looked up to see Kayla standing in front of the soon-to-be sorted first years, looking extremely bored.

Dumbledore stood up, made a few speeches, announced who Kayla was, and yadda, yadda. Ginny had completely stopped listening and was just waiting for Kayla to take her seat on the infamous stool.

Across the room, Blaise Zabini watched anxiously as he saw Kayla sit on the stool, clutching the Sorting Hat above her head. Of coarse, nobody could see how nervous he was except his best friend, Draco Malfoy, who was sitting right next to him.

Draco looked curiously at Blaise, but said nothing. Draco looked back at the stage in time to see the Sorting Hat open it's mouth and shout, "Gryffindor!"

Blaise groaned, but across the hall, Ginny froze. This wasn't right. Before the Gryffindor table's applause started up, the Sorting Hat shouted, "No wait! Ravenclaw! . . . No, no, never mind that . . . Hufflepuff? No, I see that now. Hmm . . . well, you're brave enough for Gryffindor, loyal enough for Hufflepuff, smart enough for Ravenclaw . . . but above all else you are definitely the most cunning . . . so . . . Slytherin!"

The Slytherin table shouted in glee, mostly at having taken a student right under the Gryffindor's noses. Kayla made her way to the noisy table, smiled at Blaise, and sat across from him, next to Pansy Parkinson.

She made herself comfortable, then smirked at Blaise. "Told you it was inevitable."

Draco leaned in, "Yeah, but won't Red be upset now? I don't think you guys are going to be such good friends anymore."

"Why's that?" Kayla said curiously.

"Because," Pansy started, listening in, "She's an ickle little Gryffindor, and they don't associate with us 'big, bad Slytherins'. They think we're possessed or evil or something. Not that we let them think otherwise."

"Oh," Kayla said, "no, I knew that. I thought it would be something else. Nah, Ginger doesn't think like that."

"How do you know?" Blaise questioned.

"Well, who thinks badly of their own house?" Kayla raised an eyebrow.

"Are you daft?" Draco asked. "The bint is in Gryffindor."

"Well, that's only because she made a stupid choice." Kayla replied.

That got people's attention. Pansy, Blaise, Draco, Millicent Bulstrode, Crabbe and Goyle all snapped their heads up from their food.

"Well?" said Blaise. "Let's hear it then."

"You see, it's like this," Kayla began. "When Ginger first came and got sorted, the Sorting Hat said that she was way more Slytherin than Gryffindor, and was going to put her in Slytherin. But Gin was scared of what her family would say, they're all Gryff's, you know, and asked to be put with her brother. 'Coarse, she's totally regretted it ever since her third year. Wouldn't know it by looking at her, but she can't really stand her brother, Granger and Potter any more than you do, Malfoy. She got sick of getting ignored, I guess."

"The name's Draco," Draco said. "And no one can possibly hate the Golden Trio more than me."

"I didn't say she hated them," Kayla corrected. "I said she can't really stand them. She can't really say anything, seeing as it's her brother, and Harry Potter did save her life, but she gets very annoyed with them. And no one gets away with annoying Ginger for long. She gets them every time, and every time, they think it was you. She tells me things. Never wondered why they always accused you of bizarre things? She'd frame you good, and it'd always work out perfectly. See the way she figured, was that you, Draco, would be smart enough to figure out if she did anything to you. So she got to you by getting to them. She made their lives miserable, and – because they're idiots– in turn, they made the person she hates above all, you, miserable."

There was stunned silence. Well, Crabbe and Goyle didn't really get anything, but the rest had their jaws on the table.

"Oh, my God!" exclaimed Pansy. "That girl is a genius, I love her!"

Blaise smirked, "Well, well, Draco . . . Looks like someone's outsmarted you."

Draco could not believe this. As though it wasn't enough to take in that the stupid Weaslette was a Slytherin at heart, he had to face the fact that she was incredibly more cunning, the way she went about pissing him off with zero consequences. His memory started flashing back to all the times male Weasel had stomped up to him, red faced, accusing him of the most preposterous things. Merlin . . .

Draco stiffened, and glared at Kayla. "How long has this been going on?"

"Oh . . . about three years," Kayla answered. Then, noticing his glare, she added, "Hey, don't shoot the messenger."

Pansy giggled. "I can't believe I've never noticed her before. Too bad she's not in our year, I would've loved hanging out with her."

"Well, actually," Kayla said, "she is in our year. She got moved up, too smart, I guess. Oh, and one more surprise."

"What?" Blaise asked.

Kayla smirked, and as if on cue, Dumbledore stood up, and the food disappeared.

"Attention!" Dumbledore called. The hall grew quiet. "Before you all go off to bed, one more person needs to be sorted– or should I say, resorted. Ginny Weasley, will you please come up?"

"WHAT!" Ron shouted. "Why in the name of Merlin would you want to be resorted! No, I absolutely forbid it!"

"Ron! Shut up," Ginny said.

"Now, Ron, it's quite alright," Dumbledore called from the stage. "Resorting is rare, true, but not unheard of."

"I'll tell mum," Ron threatened.

Ginny smirked. "Good." And made her way to the stage.

The Sorting Hat had barely been on Ginny's head for a second before it shouted, "SLYTHERIN!"

The hall was deafeningly silent. Then Dumbledore shouted, "Bedtime! Off you trot!"

Ginny quickly left the stage, and met Kayla and another girl (Pansy) at the bottom of the staircase. Seeing Ron make his way angrily through the crowd towards her, she grabbed both their arms and sped them into a — what she thought— empty classroom.

They were so out of breath, they didn't notice that Blaise, Draco, and Millicent were in a dark corner, discussing what just happened. Wanting to listen in on what was to be said, Draco covered Blaise and Millicent's mouths until they got the point.

"What was that about?" Demanded Kayla.

"Ron," Ginny said simply.

"So? I thought you said he already knew you were resorting," Kayla challenged.

"Lied," Ginny panted, still tired from the long sprint. "Going to introduce us?" She gestured at Pansy.

"Huh? Oh, yeah! Pansy, this is Ginger. Ginger, Pansy," Kayla said proudly.

"Nice to meet you," Ginny said politely. "And it's actually Ginny, not Ginger."

"Well, it's great to meet you, Ginny. I must say, after the things I heard about you, I really don't want to be on your bad side."

"Things you heard? What do you mean, you heard? Kayla, what exactly did you tell her?" Ginny demanded.

"Just that thing about constantly pulling one over Draco Malfoy," Kayla replied meekly.

"KAYLA!" Ginny exclaimed, and turned to Pansy. "Okay, but you can't tell anyone, alright?"

"Umm, everyone kinda knows," Pansy said.

"What?" Ginny said, glaring at Kayla. "Whose everyone?"

"Uh, well, Pansy here, Blaise, Millicent, Crabbe, Goyle . . . — oh, yeah, and Draco."

"Draco!" Ginny hissed. "You let Malfoy know? Are you stupid? What if he's pissed! And since when do you call him Draco!"

"Since he asked me to! . . . Well, more like demanded, commanded, or ordered. . . And I couldn't just not let him know!" Kayla said defensively.

"And why the hell not?"

"Because, he seemed impressed in some weird way, and maybe he'll start liking you know!" Kayla replied.

Draco almost snorted from the shadows, but kept quiet.

"Like me? Like me? Who cares if he likes me? I hate him! And he hates me! And I'm quite happy like that, thank you!"

"Oh, shut up!" Kayla said. "You guys are madly in love! I saw it on the train, you couldn't stop looking at each other!"

"LOOKING? Honey, we were glaring! But you wouldn't have noticed that, would you? You were busy drooling over Zabini!"

Three figures in the shadows raised their eyebrows.

"Was not!"

"Whatever, Zabini-lover."

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Not!"

"Too!"

This went on for several minutes until Draco grew tired, stepped out of the shadows, and cleared his throat. Ginny and Kayla both froze.

"Well, as entertaining as that was, I think we should head back to the common room." Draco said, smug at the horror on Ginny's face.

"AUGH!" Ginny let out a frustrated scream.

"Calm down!" Pansy said, "it's kind of funny, actually."

"Yeah, for you," Ginny replied haughtingly, and stomped out of the room.

"That stupid bint," Draco said. "She has no idea where to go."

"Right," said Millicent, "let's catch up."

They caught up to her within seconds, and surprisingly, she seemed to be going the right way.

When they arrived at the stone wall, Draco whispered the password (snakepit), and the wall slid open, revealing a beautifully decorated common room.

After giving the girls a chance to admire the green, silver, and black common room, Blaise and Draco led the girls down a narrow hall that you would have missed unless you were looking for it.

"I know," said Blaise, seeing Kayla's confusion. "Like the Leaky Cauldron, eh? Similar charms."

They walked down the short corridor and stopped in front of the door facing them.

"This is my room," Draco told them, gesturing to the door in front of them. "I get my own since I'm the new Head Boy. To the left, ladies, is the new 7th year girls' dormitories, and to right, is the 7th year boys' dorms. That's where Blaise'll be in the middle of the night." He winked at Kayla.

"I don't get it," Ginny said. "How are there supposed to be protective gender lines when the two dorms are barely a foot apart?"

The Slytherins laughed. Protective gender lines were unheard of in Slytherin. Salazar Slytherin knew it would only take his kind about two minutes to bring them down. So he didn't put any up. But there was a catch. The boys had to be invited into a girl's dorm, otherwise . . . Well, let's just say it wouldn't be pretty. Their faces, I mean. Also, once a girl utters the two words "get out", the boy has exactly 45 seconds to leave, otherwise . . . Well, let's just say it would hurt. Their private parts, I mean.

Draco went into his room, Blaise into his, and the girls into theirs. Ginny barely had enough energy to slip on her pajamas, and after she did, she collapsed on her bed and fell into a deep sleep, dreaming about a certain blonde-haired Head Boy.

Hello, hello! Well this is the third chapter, longer than usual (almost TEN pages!), and posted with the second chapter too! It's all an apology for taking so long, which no one really noticed because NO ONE READS THIS. READ, READ, READ! And REVIEW! For the love of God, people, REVIEW!

Heh heh, did I mention I was a Drama Queen? No? Well, I'm a Drama Queen!

-FeistySprite-