Draco shook his head, and thought crossly to himself. Don't think about the impossibilities. Focus on what's right in front of your nose. And he did, striding off towards the Great Hall for breakfast. There was Ron Weasley, stumbling in late as usual - but he had often been late even before... Potter... Draco found himself not wanting to finish the sentence, to leave it hanging, open like a loose thread, begging to be pulled on.
Draco seated himself in his usual place at the Slytherin table. Now that Harry Potter wasn't there to glare at (and now that Draco wasn't in first year, to be honest), Draco seated himself regally at the head of the Slytherin table, asserting without a word his natural supremacy. Looking down the lines of neatly pressed students, Draco couldn't help but shoot them a smirk. Not even Albus Dumbledore himself - the king of daft and almost dotty ideas - would think of putting Harry Potter in Slytherin. He'd be spotted the moment he'd enter the Common Room - and even if, by some chance (Snape was involved, after all), he wasn't - he wouldn't last a week. Draco well knew that the Gryffindors wanted to think of Slytherins as absolute cowards - but cowardice was never a Slytherin vice - or virtue. Now, ambition, the ability to stab even your best mate in the back - now that was a Slytherin virtue and vice. Harry Potter was too trusting, and not nearly cynical enough for Slytherin.
Draco looked on as the Ravenclaws neatly entered the Great Hall, frowning slightly as Luna Lovegood shot him a delighted smile. What was that girl up to, anyway? What Is Her Game? Trying to imagine Harry Potter amongst the Ravenclaws was nearly as odd as him in Slytherin. The Ravenclaws would as soon discuss the finer points of Beowulf than Quiddich, it was why their team was so slovenly most years. Cho was a decent Seeker, but that was more for love of air than of the game.
Draco blinked, as the Hufflepuffs tumbled into the Great Hall, resembling the piles of puppies that his father's best bitch had born for years. Friendly, and eager, and nice. Friendship, of all things. Draco snorted in amusement. And yet... somehow it would fit, that Albus Dumbledore would put Harry Potter into House Hufflepuff. For as many times as Draco had made fun of Hufflepuff as a house of losers - it wasn't really true. Oh, sure, most of them were far more likely to be small businessmen than working at the Ministry - but every Slytherin knew how to get a Hufflepuff in his pocket - and a Hufflepuff's loyalty was nothing to be sneezed at.
[a/n: Yes, yes, I wish it was longer too. Leave a review!]