The fall of Dark

"Free Sorting"

It was morning, Hermia woke up looked around. "Odd, very odd." She whispered. She got up and fixed herself and went straight inside to the Great Hall to have breakfast. As she entered the door, she did not know where to sit, for there are different tables with different students sitting on it. She found no sign of Harry or Ron but got a glimpse of Malfoy sitting at the left table at the corner, laughing menacingly with his friends.

She walked towards him and sat beside him. The other Slytherins looked at her, with weird and disgusted faces. "What in the name, Granger, what the bloody hell are you doing?" Malfoy shrieked. "I'm sitting." She replied, an honest reply. "So funny, Granger. Seriously, stay away from me." He said with a serious look on his face. "You told me to…stay, so I will." She muttered and smiled at him. He laughed about what she said. "Keep dreaming, Granger, would you ever think that I want you to stay?" he said and his other friends started laughing. "Nothing's funny, and I'm not Granger! I'm Hermia!" she shouted at him, looking rather embarrassed. "Who cares?" he said still laughing. "Am I different in sort?" she asked calmly. "Surely, you are." He replied.

"How come am I different?"

"You're simply a muggle."

"Muggle?"

"Non-magical people, that's what you are."

"For the last time, magic doesn't exist."

"Yeah, yeah, just get out of here."

Hermia stood up and took a last glance of Malfoy, such a pretty face, too bad his attitude is not.

Hermia walked towards Harry and Ron who just arrived and greeted them warmly.

"Hey Harry, Ron."

"Hey" the both greeted.

"What do you think of sort that I belong? I find hard time thinking where to sit." she asked curiously.

"You should ask Professor McGonagall about it." Ron replied and flashed a smile at her.

"Maybe, I should. I want to be sorted with the both of you or maybe with Draco." She stated and looked over at Malfoy who's laughing menacingly with his friends.

"What? Are you serious? With Malfoy?" Ron looked puzzled.

Harry just stared at her suspiciously, reminding him of his deceased old friend.

"Harry." She whispered trying to get Harry's attention

"….."

"Harry!" she shouted

"Sorry." He murmured

"Are you alright?" she asked, concerned about her friend.

"Oh, yes, definitely." He lied.

"So, would you come with me to McGonagall later?"

"I can't sorry. Ron and I have Quidditch."

Hermia glanced back at the Slytherin table again.

"I guess, I have to ask someone else eh?" she sighed.

Draco walked slowly and hushed through the corridors trying his best to avoid Hermia.

"Draco!" someone shouted from the end of the hall. He looked back and saw the only witch he wished just stay away from him.

"Wait!" she yelled again.

"Heaverwell, what the hell? Stop following me!" he yelled back

He ran but Hermia is so fast and grabbed him by his wrists.

"Why are you avoiding me, Draco?" she asked softly

"Don't call me by my first name, you muggle-born!" she shrieked.

"I…I like you, Draco." She whispered.

Before Draco could even replied, she put her hand around his neck and kissed him passionately.