Hey everyone! I'm so sorry it's been so long since I updated, it's a long story that involves a lot of school-related stuff I really don't want to get into. Anyway, my new years resolution is to post at least one new chapter a week (you can see how that's going). Thank you so much for following/ liking my story. Also, I'm going to write another fanfic soon, but I don't know what I want to write yet. What do you want me to write about? A) Merlin; B) The Vampire Diaries; or C) Supernatural. TELL ME! :p Please, please, PLEASE review. It helps so much. Okay, time to get back to the story!
As we entered the castle, everyone was amazed. It had a warm and cheery aura to it. Laughter and talking between friends echoed off the walls, but slowly dissipated as the older students entered the Great Hall. Us first years fell completely silent as a woman told us to wait, as we would be escorted inside shortly for the sorting ceremony. Her words drifted right over my head as I laid my eyes on a certain raven-haired boy. It couldn't possibly be him, could it? Yea I was a Malfoy, I could beat anybody in a duel, but he was bloody HARRY POTTER. He survived the killing curse from the most powerful wizard known today, Lord Volde-. "Trevor!" some kid shouted out as he chased after his toad earning a disapproving glare from McGonagall, the woman from before, as she turned and left us alone on the staircase.
All the first years were now about to be sorted. I could see the hat that I dreaded putting on sitting on the stool I dreaded approaching over the sea of heads. One by one, my classmates got sorted—then it was my turn. I walked up heart pounding and palms sweating. One step after another, Draco that's how you do it. Oh god, here we go. I sat down and as the hat touched down on my head it shouted SLYTHERIN! My heart skipped a beat and my stomach went cold, this was it. The next seven years of my life would be filled living in the dungeons surrounded by green and silver. All I wanted to do at that moment was to run out of that school and never return, but I didn't. I forced a smile, like I learned how to do all those years ago when my father approached me and explained what I would be expected to do with my magic. Dumbledore made his mandatory speech, but I wasn't listening. I looked over to the table I desperately wanted to join. The warm smiles, colors, and her. The girl, Hermione from the train, her eyes sparkled her laughter echoing through the ha-. Seriously? This day just keeps getting worse. She was talking to Potter and the Weasley boy. I knew I was going to hate it here.
Dumbledore finally finished his bore of a speech and we began to file out. I caught sight of Hermione, hoping our houses were in the same direction. No such luck. But, instead I ran after her and caught her arm; she was clearly annoyed.
"Draco", she hissed, "what in Merlin's name do you think you're doing? First you offend me on the train and don't even try to apologize and now this."
"Hermione", I barely managed out, "I just wanted to apologize for earlier. I really didn't mean to offend you, it was just force of habit. Trust me, I won't do it again. Maybe we could try being friends?"
Her look softened and I could tell she was thinking hard. "Sure", she said, "meet me in the library at midnight we can talk then". She skipped off to the rest of the Gryffindors and I made my way slowly back to the Slytherins, to where we would be led to the dungeons. If I said I wasn't counting the moments to midnight, I would be lying. That is, however, what Slytherins do best.