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Chapter V
The Second Movement
Shortly after Granger had left the common room (quite noisily, the voice in Draco's head added), Headmistress McGonagall came in through the sliding wall with the Sorting hat.
"Attention students!" she called. She turned to a quiet Ravenclaw standing nearby.
"Mr. Bells. Could you please alert the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor boys?" Bells hurried off.
"And you, Ms. Miller, Ms. Jacob, and Mr. Malfoy." Draco started at the mention of his name. Why was he called? He was to fetch the rest of the boys from Slytherin and Hufflepuff for the Sorting. He got up reluctantly, wishing it were someone other than him. He walked slowly up the stairs and towards the boys dorm. Inside the dorm were none other than Blaise Zabini, Goyle, Ernie MacMillan, and several other Hufflepuffs and Slytherins. When Draco stepped in, everyone stopped talking and stared at him.
"I-uh-Sorting-Musical Sorting-downstairs-McGonagall sent me to fetch you-" Draco managed to stammer. All the Hufflepuffs and some Slytherins left immediately, until only Draco, Zabini, and his "followers" were left in the dormitory.
"She sent you to fetch us, did you say?" Zabini said.
"What on Earth does she think give you the right to fetch us?" he said, the sneer prominent in his voice.
"Nothing." Draco said.
"I was just sitting closer to the entrance. Obviously, Blaise. If you had any brain cells at all, you would have come to this conclusion earlier." Draco smirked as many of the Slytherins in the room chuckled at Draco's comment. Zabini clenched his fists and growled, his face red from both embarrassment and anger. Everyone could tell that he was going to take a swing at Draco.
"Come on guys the Sorting is starting!" one of the Slytherins in the common room called. One by one, the remaining Slytherins began to leave the dorm. Zabini, on his way out, stopped Malfoy and spoke so quietly that no one but them could hear.
"You watch your back Ferret Boy. Because next time we meet, you won't be so lucky." he hissed threateningly. Draco watched Zabini, new king of Slytherin, march down the stairs before doing so himself.
"Alright students, gather around!" Headmistress McGonagall called. She held up the Sorting Hat.
"The Hat has just been charmed to sort you into your music groups." she said.
"The drill is the same. You will all line up, and one at a time, you will each sit on...this stool." she looked around briefly before pulling up a stool nearby.
"The Hat will then assess your musical talents and Sort you into your appropriate music group." she said. Simple.
"All right then. Line up." she commanded at the students hurried to line up before the stool. One by one, they were each Sorted into different instrument groups. Hermione stood in front of Luna and Par. When it was her turn, the Hat barely hesitated.
"NIOPA!" the Hat shouted. Hermione had barely any reaction at all, for she didn't know what a niopa was. Then it was Luna's turn. The Hat paused for about a minute before yelling its answer.
"PUTTERM!" Hermione almost groaned. Darn it. She thought. Well maybe Par will be playing the same instrument. But Hermione wasn't so lucky.
"PUTTERM!" the Hat shouted when it was Par's turn, after a long hesitation. Seriously? This could literally not get any worse. Hermione thought. But she still wasn't lucky. She saw Malfoy shuffle up to the stool, looking even more depressed than when she had seen him reading a few minutes ago. He sat down and the Headmistress placed the Hat on his head. The Hat thought for a moment. And another moment. And another moment. And finally it had its answer.
"NIOPA!" the Hat shouted. Now Hermione audibly groaned. Great. She thought. Par and Luna get to be in the same group, and I'm stuck with Malfoy. Hermione didn't pay attention to the rest of the Sortings. All she was thinking about was how it was going to be a long year.
