"Malfoy, Draco!"
The platinum-blonde boy walked up to the stool with ease, knowing well which house he would be in.
Ah, Mr Malfoy... Pleasure to meet you.
"Yes it probably is, but can we please just get on with this sorting?" He asked impatiently like his father had shown him. Show no weakness and people will always think you're better than them, which, if you show no weakness, you are.
Well, I'm afraid we must agree to disagree on that Mr Malfoy. For keeping your sentiments bottled up inside will get you nowhere.
"Oh, and grovelling like a sad little Mudblood will? Please." He snorted. "Don't make me laugh you silly old, tattered thing. Just sort me into Slytherin and I'll just be on my way, with all the other Purebloods."
Oh, but you're so much more than just a Slytherin aren't you Mr Malfoy?
"What is that supposed to mean?"
It means you neglect your other sides.
"Put me in Slytherin. It's where I belong."
Oh, I don't doubt that. All I'm saying is you should be careful Mr Malfoy. Sometimes those who think they know what's best end up being the ones to make it the worst. Think about that.
"No thanks." He said stubbornly, refusing to listen anymore until this Hat called out Slytherin.
You'll make Salazar Slytherin proud my boy. If that makes you happy, you'd better be a... "SLYTHERIN!"
Draco grinned and swept down the steps, walking to the table he knew he would land. What did what that silly old Hat say matter anyway? It's not like he cared. It was just a dumb hat. It didn't know anything.
Right?
AN: Please review and tell me if you liked this chapter! Thanks so much for reading!
-Taylor :)