"I didn't feel good okay! I was in the bathroom. Gosh." I constantly told the trio. They didn't believe me, and by the way I was talking, I wouldn't have believed myself. The carriage rolled across the gravel as we rode up to the castle. I kept looking at my hand. I could still feel Draco's fingers lingering across my palm, and it sent shivers down my spine. I so deeply wanted to be his friend, and I knew he wanted to be mine. We could, only without people knowing. Secret friends is what we'd be. A crazy though then entered into mind. Slytherin, I want to be in Slytherin. I couldn't believe I even thought that. But at the same time, it was perfect. Draco and I would be able to be seen together, and no one would expect us not to be. I crossed my fingers and said a little prayer, asking for me to be put in Slytherin.
I was brought back to reality as the carriage stopped in front of the castle. Harry helped me out, which made me happy, and I saw the castle for the first time in 3 months. Lights were shining from hundreds of rooms, and the Great Hall looked no different, as I looked through its long rectangular windows. I walked up the stone steps and nodded to Professor McGonagall, who was standing at the door, welcoming the students into the front hall. Just in front of me, I noticed, Draco was walking with Pansy Parkinson, her arm entwined in his. I felt an urge of jealousy as I walked behind them. I hurried my steps a little, so I could pass him. When I did, I felt his piercing blue eyes on my back. I wanted to talk to him, and he wanted to talk to me. The vibe between us was so strong. Pansy must have felt it too. I heard her say, "Ewww, it's Weasley. Why are you staring at her! Stop it, Drakie. You are only allowed to stare at me."
I laughed to myself and finally entered the Great Hall.
A thousand candles hovered above my head, and the moon was shining in through the ceiling. Up in front of the four house tables, I saw Dumbeldore speaking to someone I didn't recognize, most likely the new DADA teacher. The woman had long, curly bright blonde hair, and a small kind face. Her lips were quite rosy and her nose squinted every time she laughed.
I sat down at the far end of the Gryffindor table, sadly, along with Ron, Hermione, Harry, and Heather. She hadn't been sorted yet, but she was sitting with us until she was. Then something suddenly dawned on me. I looked at Heather and then at the new teacher. They looked practically like twins.
"Heather? Is that your mom?" I asked out of nowhere. Heather looked at me and then who I was pointing at and smiled.
"No, but close. She's my sister. That's why I am here. I lived with her back in America, and so I moved here with her. I smiled at her, though it was extremely fake. After a few moments of chatting, the Great Hall's two monstrous doors opened, by the hand of Hagrid. He lead the first years, looking rather frightened, into the hall to the very front, where a 3 legged stool sat, on top of it a very old dirty hat- The Sorting Hat.
It seemed as though the Sorting took forever. The little first years sat on top of the school, their feet barely touching the marble stone beneath them. Once it was done however, my stomach started to churn and I felt awfully sick. I was about to be sorted. Just then, Dumbeldore stood up and started on a short explanation of the events to come:
"This year, as probably most of you know, we are having a few students switch houses for the time being. Will those students please come forward." I stood up, along with about 8 other students, and made my way, my legs wobbling and slowly turning into nothing, up to the front. Professor McGonagall called up a student from Hufflepuff- Ravenclaw. Another from Gryffindor- Hufflepuff. Another from Slytherin- Gryffindor. Then-
"Ginevra Weasley!" Professor McGonagall called out, her voice ringing through the hall. I watched as she walked slowly up to the stool. My heart was pumping, and the only thought going through my head was, "Slytherin, please Slytherin." McGonagall put the hat on top of Ginny's head and I sat, holding my breath. Ginny's face looked pale and she looked as though she was about to puke. I wanted to go comfort her, tell her everything would be alright. Then, as though someone turned on slow motion, the Sorting Hat started to open its mouth. Ginny closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
