Chapter 5
Hermione was devastated that she wasn't sorted into the Slytherin house at Hogwarts School. She could see the disappointment on Draco's face as she looked back before following the large crowd of Gryffindor first year students who looked more than pleased to be in the same house as the famous Harry Potter.
To make matters even worse, the next morning Hermione was having breakfast in the great hall with the few friends she had made on her first night when a gorgeous brown owl flew from the ceiling of the hall and land in front of Hermionie with a letter that had the words 'Urgent! Hermione'. Raring to find out what the letter contained yet slightly terrified in case it was bad news, she hesitantly opened the letter to read:
'Hermione… GRYFFINDOR? How dare you let that old sorting hat put you into the house full of scum of the wizarding world so-called wizards and witches we have raised you better than that! I'm furious! As I'm writing this I'm getting more and angrier! This family have been in slytherin for centuries. I NEVER want to see you again and you can discard me as your mother as you are adopted anyways. A pair of muggles are your parents, as soon as you were born me and John took you in custody and that stupid muggle woman opened a court case to say that she wanted you back but we won, (obviously) and now we despise muggles of all kinds of classes! But as of now, for all I care, you can rot in hell, much like your birth parents. You filthy mudblood.'
Astonished by the letter, Hermione burst into tears and soon got the attention of a few new friends who came rushing over from their breakfast to comfort her. Draco had noticed Hermione crying and felt his heart slightly break, as he got up to go see what was wrong, he felt his legs go numb and fell to the ground as a group of year 6 Slytherin's shouted to him to never talk to a Gryffindor unless it was to insult them for being rule followers and blood traitors. Draco didn't like this one bit but he nodded and took to his seat once again in attempt to eat his breakfast by himself, talking to three of his new friends, Crabbe, Goyle and Blaise.
Blaise spoke up to the year 6 group and told them "They are perfectly fine the way they are, Gryffindor's are a lot better mannered than you rotten ugly cunts!." A silence fell on the slytherin table all eyes on Blaise. Blaise sent the group a 'couldn't care less what you think' look and sat and ate the rest of his food.