Disclaimer: I dont own any of the characters or places or anything else you recognize, you know who does if you recognize them.Contains spoilers for Deathly Hallows. duh.

Summary: Astoria Greengrass was a smart girl yet throughout her life she came across some sillys things

A/N:Mmm..this chaps a Its-half-two-at-night-and-my-lap-top-is-on-so-lets-see kinda chap.A.K.A. its not that good and its really short...but yeah, so are all my fics. Anyhooooo, biggg thank you to Marianne Dashwood, my only reviewer, perhaps viewer at all. So I guess I could say this chaps for you...thank yous.

I apologize for any grammer errors and mistakes and the fact i'm rubbish at writing! :P

Her first year at Hogwarts was hard.

On the train journey there she'd sat with her sister and her friends and to Astoria's disappointment Draco was not among them. She'd felt so left out as her sister talked about fashion and make-up and people Astoria didn't know, and all of the girls in the compartment were pretty. She was ignored completely and when she did try to speak up she was talked over or stared at. Astoria learnt then that she would never fit in with the other girls, so there was no point in trying. Her feelings were intensified when the Dementor opened their compartment door and turned the air cold and sent the girls into a fit of screams.

She'd thought that perhaps being at Hogwarts would change some things; she'd hoped that perhaps she make some girl friends who would like her for who she was, she'd thought that maybe while there she would be recognized for something she was good at and people would know her for it.

But as she sat in the corner of her sisters compartment and watched as those within talked and laughed, she realised none of what she'd hoped would come true. So she spent her first journey to Hogwarts in silence and scared out of her skin.

Draco did once tell her that hope was silly.

She believed him.

The Sorting didn't go any better either. She'd waited eagerly for her name to be called and when it was she'd almost ran for the stool. The hat was placed on her hat and she squeaked when the voice spoke in her head.

Another Greengrass eh? Yes, yes, sisters aren't you, not that you look anything like the other but yes…my, you have a curious mind…and a thirst for knowledge, I see; you would do well in Ravenclaw, I promise you that…Cunning too…a Slytherin perhaps…humble, not so much…Yes, I know where to put you…

Please put me in Slytherin. Please put me in Slytherin.

But to her horror the hat laughed,

I can see why you desire to be one of the snakes, but no, my dear, that is not where you belong. You belong in RAVENCLAW.

The hat was lifted off her head and she couldn't understand what he just happened. The elderly teacher, Professor McGonagall, gently pushed her towards the cheering white and blue table and she complied. Astoria took her seat next to a seventh year Ravenclaw and a next first year like herself, the rest of the Sorting was a daze to her and she spent it frowning at her empty plate.

"I knew I was for Ravenclaw. Both my parents where ones, so, of course I knew I'd be one."

Astoria didn't pay the first year next to her any heed. She couldn't understand why everything was wrong. It was all wrong.

Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

She wasn't meant to be a Ravenclaw. She was suppose to be sitting beside Draco at the Slytherin table and talking about The Falcons last match and how much they messed up. She was not a Ravenclaw. It wasn't happening, perhaps she had fallen asleep on the Hogwarts Express and this was all a bad dream. Perhaps the Dementor had made her faint and this was all just one of those things they do to drive people insane.

None of her parents were in Ravenclaw, her father had gone to Durmstrang and her mother was a Slytherin and as far as she could tell, none of her grandparents had been one.

She stared angrily at her plate. It did nothing but she thought that maybe if she stared hard enough it might shatter. The first year next to her was still talking and she wondered if anyone was listening to him. She wanted to wake up; she didn't like this dream very much.

She wanted to wake to see Daphne standing over her telling her that they had arrived, then she'd take the boat across the lake and walk up the hundreds to stairs to the Great Hair to where she would be Sorted and put in her rightful place next to Draco.

At the thought of him her eyes instinctively sort him out and it took her a few minutes to find him. He sat with his back to her but she knew it was him, she knew no one else with hair like his and the way in which he sat and gestured with his hands, screamed Draco Malfoy. At least to her anyway.

She watched him for what seemed like hours, watched as he laughed and spoke with the group around him and she was remained of Daphne and her friends. Draco never once looked her way and either did Daphne. But Astoria watched him and now and then she stolen a glance in her sisters direction.

She waited for fifteen minutes for him to cast her a glance, but after telling the annoying first year next to her to shut up because no one cared about his parent's jobs, she lost hope that he would look her way.

He was disappointed, she told herself. He wouldn't want to be friends with a Ravenclaw.

But then Draco did turn around, and she sat straighter. But her heart fell when she saw that he had only turned around to talk with two boys from the Gryffindor table.

She watched as he sneered and said something that the other two didn't like and thought he looked very different. As he lifted his head to turn back into his seat his eyes did met hers, only for a second. But that was all Astoria needed.

It wasn't a dream; it was silly to think so.

She was in Ravenclaw, she was a Ravenclaw now, and Draco was ok with it.

So why shouldn't she be?

The more she thought about it, the more she liked it. She was smart, she always had been the smart one after all, and she was always looking to know more.

Perhaps it wasn't so bad. Ravenclaw was ok, she mused.

But she knew one thing for certain; the Sorting Hat was stupid and deserved to be set a light.

Bloody stupid thing.

Mmm...I couldnt think of what the sorting hat would say and stuff...

Moving on...