"RAVENCLAW!" The hat shouted after a long pause. My heart stopped. No. No, this could not be happening. I already messed it up...my breathe had stopped and my head started to feel light, but that was nothing to the way Draco was reacting.
He stayed where he was, mouth hanging open, a shocked look on his face. The hat had gone silent and so did Draco. He didn't move an inch, for all everyone else knew, he could have been petrified. I looked worridly to the staff. Dumbledore looked at me, obviously wondering why I had tried to seek his eye contact. Then I felt him probe at my mind and his eyes widened, he looked bewildered, then vaguely interested. His reaction took a total of a second before I looked at Snape.
By Snapes expression, he definately knew something was wrong, he was looking from me to Draco. I gave him a look that i hoped said, "I don't know what I did!"
Theese small interactions with two of my professors lasted barely long enough for the school to see. I looked back, still shocked, to Draco. His expression had turned to fear, and the applause from the audience began to die down, noticing he hadn't gotten up. McGonagall came up and tugged the hat off of his head and gave him a light shove off of the chair. He stumbled down, barely catching himself, as people around the entrance hall gave him funny looks.
"Harry Potter!" McGonagall called without a second look at Draco.
Harry stepped nervously to the stand. Everyone seemed to become very still and very quiet. I tuned my ears into his sorting, making sure he got sorted into the right house. When the hat, after an eternities wait, screamed out, "GRYFFINDOR!" I released a very long held sigh, dropping my shoulders. Hope wasn't entirely lost.
I didn't even register when my name was called and I walked, robotlike to the chair. McGonagall gave me a rare, kind smile, then my eyes were covered.
"Well, well. Niekyra," the hat wispered into my ear. "So filled with knowledge...but a small thirst for power...but very brave. And very loyal. You could make a great headmaster, or even minister someday..."
I knew one place I wouldn't want to go. Gryffindor.
"Not Gryffindor? Potter just came up here with the same thoughts about Slytherin...aaahhhh, bu tyou've got a good reason...a complicated but good...well then, this should be pretty easy..."
"RAVENCLAW!" The hat shouted. I felt my entire body lose tension as I bounced off of the chair and jogged over to the cheering Ravenclaw table, my silky black hair waving around me. I sat down nexxt to Draco, and across from the Ravenclaw Patil twin. I smiled at all of them, recognizing Cho a couple people down. She was already shooting giggly glances to where Harry sat. I didn't care. I knew they wouldn't work out, and I felt a breif satisfaction in knowing that much.
I was glad to go to our common room. The walk was agonizing with a full stomache. When we finally neared our common room enterance, the picture asked a simple question, "What is the only spell used to repell a dementor?"
I could barely keep from spitting outm "A PATRONUS!"
Everyone turned to look at me but the painting smiled and swung open. I was already impressing people. Nice.
I slept soundly that night, in my brand new soft pajamas. I awoke the next morning with athe sunlight shining in my eyes. I grimaced and rolled over, the other girls were still fast asleep, so obviously classes hadn't started. And then it dawned on me. I'm still here! I was, in the flesh! It hadn't been a dream! I was here, in the Ravenclaw tower, waiting for my Hogwarts classes.
I laughed out loud as I hauled myself up. Ohmygod. I was here. I knew I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep, so I got dressed quietly and tiptoed down the stairs. They were stone, and didn't creak like the ones I was use to using back in the orphanage. I walked to the notice board and glanced at our schedule. Double potions with Hufflepuff, and charms with Gryffindor. Not bad. I'd be able to evaluate Harry and everyone elses first day.
I was so engulfed in looking at all of the other posts that I barely noticed a light sniffling from the other side of the common room. I turned quietly on my heel, and walked cautiously to where I had heard the sound. It came from behind the farthest couch. I crouched down near the edge of the couch and looked around. Draco sat there, eyes red and puffy and tears streaking down his face. He didn't notice me immediatly, but when he did he gasped and turned away, "Leave me alone, Ridgewood." He sneared.
"Draco, what's wrong?" I said, ignoring his comment and sitting next to him.
"I said, leave me alone." He said, even ruder this time.
"Well, if you don't tell me, I'll just hex you until you tell me." I said simply, pulling out my wand and flicking it to a pile of books. The books soared up and formed into small eagles.
His mouth fell agape. "Mom use to make those out of my childrens books. Ones just like them. They would fly around my ceiling until I fell asleep, then, when I woke up, they'd be books again..." He said, not even noticeing that he was talking. When he did, his eyes got wide and he got a sarcastic look and tone, "When I was much younger, of course."
"Of course." I said, smiling. It was a complete coincidence. I had wanted them to turn to swans, but I didn't have a clear picture in my head, so they didn't turn out right, but I didn't tell him that.
"They're good. Go practice with someone who cares." He said, flipping his hair out of his face.
"Draco. I'm not going to tell a sole I saw you crying. But if you don't tell me, I'll tell Severus, Your godfather, that you are experiencing signs of depression." I said, pulling a hot card.
He looked away, then handed me a folded envelope. :I looked at him, making sure he was serious, and that it wouldn't explode in his face. When he didn't even look at me I decided it was safe and opened it. It wasn't even a howler. But the message was clear. His father had written it in an obvious angry haste. I read the short message,
Dear Draco,
WAT ARE YOU!? A DISRESPECTFUL, UNGRATEFUL SQUIB!? RAVENCLAW!? NO SON OF MINE SHALL EVER LIVE IN MY HOUSE, OR SHARE MY LAST NAME WITH THE DIGRACE OF BEING SORTED INTO RAVENCLAW! I'LL LET YOU KNOW THAT IF YOU DON'T GET IT FIXED, I'LL DISOWN YOU IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE!
Your not so happy father,
Lucius "Oh my god, Draco, I'm so sorry." I said, handing the letter back.
"I already went to Dumbledore. He said there was nothing he could do." He said, hopelessly.
"Well...we can go to Severus and ask him what he thinks." I said after only a seconds pause.
"He'll probably be as bad as my father." Draco said, tearing the letter in half, tears threatening to spill from his eyes agin. His eyes were stunning. I had never seen grey eyes, let alone his shade. His were the color of molten steel, and the tears smade them even more metalicized. His thin facee had hand print from where he had layed his head upon his hands.
"I'll go and talk to him. I'm sure I can work something out." I said reassuringly.
"Okay...I'll...I'll go with you." He said, getting up. He was probably leaving so noo one else would question him. The common room was now filled with sunlight of its own and everything was a blinding shade of blue. I finally exited the portrait and began my decend down the stairs.
Okay, so I'mm sorry this was so short, I intended to make it until after the scene with Snape, but I ran out of time. I'm sorry for any spelling/gramatical mistakes. Again, I'm using notpad and this keyboard is way sensitive. But thank you and please leave reviews!? I only have two followers but I don't know what I'm doing wrong because no one will give me any constructive criticism. Or I could be already amazing. Just kdding, I suck at fanfics. Oh well. Follow and review! Thank you!