Bear

3

"Hmmm cunning, very cunning, and a thirst to prove yourself, I also see lots of bravery and determination, yes and loyalty. But where to put you?" the sorting hat spoke as it was sitting nicely on my head. I glanced up from the floor I had been staring at since I sat down, and locked eyes with Fred. He gave me a grin and held his thumbs up with encouragement. "I know, SLYTHERIN!" the hat bellowed, and a loud cheer came from the table on my far right. I got up from the stool, taking the hat off and placing it gently on the stool. I couldn't help but look at Fred as I made my way over to my new house. He was looking away with sorrow in his eyes, and I knew at that moment the friendship we had just spent hours creating would be gone.

I sat down next to a mousey haired girl, who looked around my age, and introduced myself with as much courage as I could muster. "H hi, I'm Evalynne Deadreigh" I smiled.

"Pansy Parkinson, pleasure. What year are you in if you don't mind me asking" she said sweetly.

"Fourth".

"huh no way, me two. Guys this is Evalynne Deadreigh".

"Hey I'm Theodore" a smiley boy with fluffy brown hair introduced himself, giving me a welcoming smile.

"Blaise Zabini" he cocked his head up in a friendly manor.

"Sup, I'm Adriane. Adriane Pucey, year above."

"Dray, be nice and introduce yourself." Pansy snapped as she smacked the back of his head, snapping him out of the book he was reading. "What the hell Pans?!" he snapped, obviously oblivious to the fact that I was here. "you've sat here totally ignoring our new friend, Evalynne." He looked so confused, which just made me loose some of my confidence that was once there when I introduced myself. "Oh right" he grunted in acknowledgement. "The names Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. And you are?" the way he asked my name twisted a knot in my stomach, he sounded utterly disgusted, like I was a bit of dirt on his shoe, it made me mad that he didn't bother to learn my name, like this was going to be the last time we spoke.
"Evalynne Deadreigh" I said, losing all confidence and sounding shy, like I did when I first met the twins. "May I ask you something Draco?" I asked, before I realised what I said, he responded with a grunt which I took as acceptance. "Do you have an issue with me Draco? Or do you ignore everyone who tries to be friends with you?". Immediately I could see the shocked expressions on everyone's face, the atmosphere thickening. "First of all it's Malfoy to you, and secondly no, I just don't want to be friends with a filthy little mudblood like yourself" He spat with that same disgusted look he had on his face earlier. I gave him the deadliest glare I could muster and turned my attention to the others. "I'm gonna go speak to the twins, but I'll see you guys later?" they all gave me a smiling nod, except Draco, who scoffed and spat something that sounded like "Filthy mudblood, filthy blood traitors". With that I jumped up and walked over to the Gryffindor table, hoping that the twins would still talk to me.

"H hey " I manage to splutter out, I didn't realise but at some point on my venture over to the table, I clenched my fists so hard that by the time I let go little indents were formed in my palms and blood started to form in each indent. My attention quickly got snapped back onto Fred when spoke. "Ev hey!" he grinned at me, he looked genuinely happy to see me. "Wait you're still talking to me?" I say confused after the look he gave me when I was sorted. "Of course I am, why wouldn't I?" he said confused, slightly tilting his head to the side. "well you looked almost hurt when I was sorted into Slytherin, even though I understand, I just thought you'd never talk to me again" I said with a nervous chuckle. "look, yeah I was really disappointed you weren't sorted into Gryffindor, but that doesn't mean I'm gonna stop to you, you're too interesting to stop being friends with." He said with a reassuring smile, "sit with me? George ditched me for Emily Atkinson in my year." He asked, blushing slightly. "But Fred, there's no seats?". "There's one right here" he smirked and patted his lap. I giggled and with a hitch of confidence that suddenly appeared I complied. We sat and ate dinner together, and he introduced me to some of his Gryffindor mates.

After dinner he decided to take me on a tour of the castle since George was probably busy occupying his dorm. After a while of walking up stairs and through corridors, I simply stopped. "Freddieee" I whined. He turned around to face me. "My feet are too sore; I refuse to walk any further" I say with a playful smile on my face. He almost immediately strode over to me, turned around and squatted a little. "Freddie what are you doing" I giggled at the position he was in. "Waiting for you to get on so we can continue our tour" I could almost hear the smirk on his face. I leaped onto his back, he stood up and I wrapped my arms around his neck, embracing the scent of his hair as we walked.

We were on the last stretch of the tour, making our way to the dungeons, where the Slytherin dorms are. As we approached the door I realised I didn't know the password, panic that I had been locked out of my dorm and would have to sleep on the floor until someone came by in the morning. "pureblood" Fred muttered and the door opened. "How do you know it?" I questioned, then I let a yawn slip out. "Over heard some first year talking about it last year, and how they never change it. Not surprising really" at this point I had clung on to him for dear life, resting my head in the gap between his shoulder and neck, and slowly drifter to sleep, he was just so comfy.

Fred's POV:

I stood at the open door for a moment, waiting for her to jump off my back and go in, but she didn't budge. "Ev" I whispered. "Ev you awake?". No response. I was about to try and wake her up when she let out a soft sigh and snuggled her head further into my neck. I decided to let her sleep, but she was getting heavy and as much as I'd love to I was not having her on my back all night. I give myself a mini pep talk and walking into the Slytherin common room.

I walked through the door and tried to ignore everyone in there, looking for Parkinson. After a few minutes of looking around I see her coming out the bathroom, Draco just behind her. Gross. I stride over to Parkinson, aware of how strange I must look with Evalynne on my back, asleep. "Hey pansy, do you know which dorm Evalynne's in. she fell asleep on my back while I was giving her a tour, and I don't want to wake her.". "Er yea go up the stairs until you get to the end, go through the right door and it's the last door on the right, she's got her own dorm because she was late." She responds rather nicely. I say my thanks, ignoring the glare from Malfoy and make my way up the stairs, following the directions she gave me.

I open the door and as gently as I could I lay her down in her bed. I tried to wake her up, but she was in too deep a sleep. I decided it's best to get her changed into some Pyjamas but I notice her trunks not there. I let her sleep as I run back to my dorm and get a pair of my grey joggers and one of my quiddich jerseys. It's almost curfew and I realise how risky it is to be running about the corridors, especially on the first night; filch always loves giving detentions on the first night, but I don't care, I just want her to be comfortable, especially after she thought I didn't want to talk to her anymore. I make it to her dorm, somehow without drawing attention to myself and as quickly and gently as I can get her changed. I fold up her uniform and get her tucked into bed. She seemed to stur for a moment after I put the blanket over her, I shushed her quietly, stroking her head, kissed her forehead, whispered her a goodnight and left.

As I walked into my dorm, I accidently woke George and he asked me where I was sneaking back from. I explained and he rolled his eyes, laughed, and rolled over. "goodnight loverboy" he muttered and went back to sleep. I got changed into some joggers and lay in my bed. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't fall asleep, my mind kept thinking about how pretty she looked when she was sleeping, and how she smelt when she was sitting on my lap. After what felt like hours I fell asleep and had the sweetest dreams about her.