Chapter 2
Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, and the Pureblood Princess: Sorting
Disclaimer: I do not own any HP characters
The carriages soon reached the castle and the students were ushered into the main entry way, there they were greeted by Professor McGonagall who spoke to them sternly about the rules, then allowed them to enter the Great Hall.
"Ms. de Lure." McGonagall said as Iris walked by her. Iris stopped and looked at her.
"Yes, Professor?" she asked just wanting to get inside.
"Despite records from your old school," McGonagall gave her as stern look as if to say "from your records I know what type of student you are" then continued, "you will still need to be sorted to be placed in the House where you will most succeed." She looked down at Iris, "Now, if you will follow me, you will be sorted after the last of the first years."
Iris sighed and followed McGonagall obediently really opting that she would be sorted in private; not ever having liked to cause a scene unless her best friend and partner in crime, Tommy, was by her side. She was led back to the main entrance where wide eyed first years were taking in their surroundings. Iris rolled her eyes, having already gotten over the hugeness of the castle, and stood beside McGonagall as she explained certain procedures, then led them to the Great Hall.
"You know it would have been wise if you had listened as well." McGonagall said softly to her as she walked towards the Great Hall.
The gigantic doors swung open as they drew near and a silent gasp escaped Iris' lips. The room was vast and magnificent; four enormous tables packed with students filled the room, then one smaller at the head for the professors. Iris slowed her pace getting lost among the first years as she caught sight of the ceiling. Tons of lit candles floated just below it, but what fascinated her most was how it resembled the night sky perfectly, down to the smallest constellations. Then the Headmaster Dumbledore stepped up and welcomed the first years, then told someone by the name of Filtch to bring out the Sorting Hat. Iris watched with interest as a battered old hat was brought out. She looked at it curiously when it suddenly started to sing; her eyes grew wide as she stared in amazement. "So this is what's going to be sorting us?" she thought to herself, "at Waudensis we had stupid bubbles sort us…" She thought back to the day she was sorted at Waudensis, bubbles floating around, then they would pop and glittering words would hover over the head of the student until they sat at their rightful table, then if they tried to sit somewhere else their chair would lift up and go to the right table. That was how she had met her dear friend Tommy; he had tried to sit at the Tempestarius table, then was lifted up and dropped down into the seat beside her at the Maleficus table. His reasoning behind his actions, he told her later, was that he wanted to cause a ruckus, and to be able to fly across the vast room.
When Iris came back from her thoughts she realized there were very few first years left to be sorted. She felt her face grow hot as she thought of having to go up there last. One by one the last of the First years were sorted. She took a deep breath as the last of the names were called. Then Iris stood alone. Professor McGonagall rolled up the scroll and tapped it with her wand, making it disappear. She felt the eyes of the other students intently on her, and heard a few whispering to one another. Iris thought she even heard someone close to her say she was a Muggle. Iris shot them a look of venom, how dare they think her, a Pureblood of a notorious family, be called a muggle, she thought to herself. The boy's mouth shut at once when he caught her look. A smug look came over Iris' face as she turned back to McGonagall.
"Now, now, everyone, quiet down." McGonagall said, her eyes sweeping over the room as the voices slowly died away. "You are probably all wondering what is happening here tonight." Again her eyes shifted over the room, "We have a new student this year, an exchange student from the American school of witchcraft and wizardry, Waudensis. Miss Iris de Lure." Iris heard a few whispers among the students and knew they must've heard about her, or her family, before, a smirk came over her lips. Then to Iris she said, "Miss de Lure, please come forward."
Iris went up the few steps and sat on the stool as the other students had, for the first time she got a look at all the students, all eyes were on her, this time she liked the attention, she even noticed a few of the male student looking at her in a different way, she smirked slightly before the hat was sat on her head, and covered her eyes slightly.
Iris closed her eyes waiting for the hat to call out one of the four Houses. Instead it spoke, startling her. "Well now, a de Lure. I must say it's been ages since I've sorted one of your name, now let me see… hrm… proud and intelligent. Outspoken, I see, and bold. You might do well in any House, though your pride most definitely puts you in…" It paused, then called out for all to hear. "SLYTHERIN!"
Iris heard a thunderous applause coming from a table, then the hat was lifted off her head. She looked to see a table to her far right clapping and smiling. Iris smiled, then tidied her hair with her hands, and walked calmly to the table.
Tons of smiling faces greeted her, a few of the faces taking a moment to introduce themselves briefly. Near the middle of the table a boy stood up and stood in front of her. Iris looked up at him, it was the boy from the train, the one that had knocked her over.
"Hello," he said suavely extending his hand, "My name is Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."
"We've met." Iris said simply, a small look of confusion came over the boy's face, "On the train, you practically plowed me over, and didn't bother to even look back." Draco's face went slightly pale. "If it were me," she got closer to him, whispering, "I would have a least looked back to see my handy work, and to poke fun at the poor sap." Iris smirked then took the empty seat next to where Draco had been sitting. He stood, as if in shock, for a moment, then sat down beside her.
"So, de Lure's your name?" Draco asked, after a moment.
"Yes." Iris answered plainly, "Iris de Lure." She glanced at Draco then took a bite of a bread roll.
"Does your father happen to work at the Ministry?"
Iris turned to Draco, "Yes…" she said slowly, "why?"
"Well, I just recall my father speaking of a new employee by the name of de L…something, I'm assuming he is your father." Draco said with an air of significance about him. "You know, my father works very closely with the Ministry, and, not to boast, but he is extremely close with those of the Ministry as well." Malfoy said egotistically. "You know, if time permits us to become close I could put in a good word for your father."
"Well, Draco Malfoy, I'm sure my father would be greatly obliged. And if time permits us to become close I'm certain it will be an asset to us both." She smirked.
A look of slight surprise, curiosity, and twisted lust burned in his eyes. "Well," said Draco, regaining himself, "I look forward to that time, when it comes."
Iris smiled ever so slightly and returned to her plate of food.
Across the room the boy with glasses and messy black hair watched Iris and Draco resentful of the fact he might never get to know the girl before getting pulled into the Slytherin world of lies, deception, and corrupt attitudes. He sighed, thinking he should have at least introduced himself to her.