All of the first year students boarded on to the boats that would take them to Hogwarts. They were all in awe of the old castle that lay before them. Draco got a seat with his 'friends' Crabbe and Goyle. Neither was what you would consider friends, but they were close enough.
Crabbe and Goyle looked around, wondering if Hogwarts food would be good or not, as Draco got a strange feeling in his stomach. It felt as if he was meant to be here, as if this was home. Draco shrugged the feeling off thinking it was probably because he hungry and his friends were talking about food.
An old looking witch came up to the small group of first years once they walked up the large staircase of Hogwarts. She tapped Draco's shoulder as she came up to them. He looked up at her and then walked away from the boy known as Harry Potter. He was only trying to be polite, as any respectable wizard would have done, so what if he had insulted one of the 'Weasel Clan'.
The students then filled into a large room as Draco looked over crossly at Potter. As Draco entered the room, he noticed it was more than a mere room. It seemed that everyone in the school was seated in this room or rather hall. There were four long tables laid across the entire length of the hall, where other students were sitting. There was also a large table in the back of the hall. Placed right in front of it was a stool with an old looking hat lying on top of it.
Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy, had told him about this. All Draco had to do was put the hat on and it would tell him which house he would be sorted into. Draco knew he would be in Slytherin. Not only because his family had been in that house for centuries or his father's constant talks about him being in Slytherin. No, Draco just knew he would be in Slytherin and sure enough when it was his turn the hat placed him in Slytherin.
The ceremony had ended and the Headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore, stood to greet the new students. Draco wondered what was so important on the third floor that would cause such secrecy. Would there not be a real threat then in the school if they did not let people go there? As soon as the Headmaster ended his speech, the feast began. Draco had started a conversation with a boy named Marcus Flint.
"Hey where is our Head of House anyway?"
"Professor Snape is our Head of House. He is the teacher sitting next to Professor Quirrell; Quirrell is the one with the turban." Some of the first years looked up to the Head Table, as Flint called it.
"Hey, Draco, he is looking right at you."
"Yeah right, Goyle." Draco said as he took a drink.
"No, Malfoy. Goyle is right. Professor Snape is looking right at you."
Draco looked up at Flint before glancing to the Head Table. Flint and Goyle were right, Snape was looking right at him. Draco could not help but look right back at Snape. He was never one to give up at anything least of all a staring match. However, Draco looked away when he noticed that Professor Quirrell was also looking his way.
Draco briefly locked eyes with Professor Quirrell, before something flashed in his mind. It felt like someone was in pain, but Draco quickly shrugged it off. Whatever it was Draco definitely did not like it.
"You okay, Malfoy." A black haired first year sitting across from him asked.
Draco glanced down before replying. "Yeah, just fine." For the rest of the evening, Draco refused to look up to the Head Table. He did not want to feel that horrible feeing again. Draco later went to the Slytherin Common Room feeling royally put out and he definitely did not want to meet his Head of House.
Severus Snape sat at the Head Table waiting for the first years to arrive. Minerva had gone to collect them. Severus took a drink looking quite bored. He had been forced to sit next to Quirrell for the night. The man was insufferable and not only that, he had the job, which Severus wanted. Severus never understood why Dumbledore choose him, but he must have had a reason. Not a good one, to be sure, but there had to be one.
Finally, Minerva entered the Great Hall; with the first years, trailing behind her gawking at the extent it had been decorated. Some children Severus recognized right off like Goyle, Crabbe, Weasley (how could you not tell), and of course Harry Potter the Golden Boy himself was going to Hogwarts.
Severus looked back over to Crabbe and Goyle and noticed a blonde boy standing between them. Now, who is that? Severus moved slightly to get a better look at the boy's face.
"Malfoy, Draco." Severus's eyes went wide at the name. It could not be.
The
boy walked up to the sorting hat and was instantly put into
Slytherin. The feast had begun and Severus still could not help but
look at the boy. Finally, the boy looked up to the Head Table and
both of them looked each other in the eye. Those eyes, they look
like...no, they cannot be her eyes. They were never light and his
eyes are darker, just like...
Then
the boy looked away and Severus glanced to see Quirrell also staring
at the boy. Severus looked back to the Slytherin Table to see the
boy's face go slightly pale. Why did he go pale all of a
sudden?
After that, the boy did not even glance their way. Severus was rather puzzled to his actions. Finally, the feast ended and the teachers went to their houses Common Rooms to talk to the returning students and the first years.