Dreaming of Drarry

Chapter Six: The Sorting

Draco sat in shock. He couldn’t believe what he had just heard McGonagall say.

“W-We’re going to be resorted?”, stuttered Pansy, sitting between Draco and Blaise.

“No. No, it can’t be. We must have misheard somehow.” said Blaise.

“You heard right.”, leaned in Theodore Nott, “And after the war, being transferred out of Slytherin is as good as a death sentence.”

Draco gulped. He realised that Theodore was right. The Slytherins had been on the receiving end of many glares that night, and then there was the Weasel’s rant about Snape being honored after his brother.

He hoped that none of his friends, or himself, would be resorted. But he knew that odds were at least one of them would have to leave the relative safety of Slytherin house.

After the feast had concluded, everyone shuffled silently back to their common rooms. The first years were taken to the Room of Requirement, because McGonagall wanted to do all of the sorting at once.

The Slytherins, rather than having the traditional house party, went to their dorms instead. No one was in a partying mood tonight.

As Draco lay in his bed, a thought came to him, just before drifting off to sleep. What if he ended up in the same house as Harry?

Draco sat alone on the couch in the Slytherin common room, facing the fire, lost in thought. Suddenly, the entrance to the room opened,and in stepped Harry. He was upset, and tears were streaming down his face.

“Potter! What’s wrong?” Inquired Draco, jumping up at the unusual sight before him.

“I w-was j-just resorted!” Sobbed Harry.

Draco walked over to Harry, unsure of what to do. Finally, he wrapped his arms around the crying boy. Harry clutched Draco’s arms, holding on to Draco as if his life depended on it.

“Shhh, calm down. It won’t be that bad Harry. You’ll see.”, Draco soothed.

“No, you don’t understand! They’ll kill me!”

“Who will? Me? In case you haven’t noticed, I’m about as far away from killing you as possible.”, Stated Draco.

Harry looked up, then blinked in surprise, as if he was just realizing who he was with. He seemed to calm down slightly at Draco’s attempt at a joke. Draco led Harry over to the armchair that sat near the fire. Harry continued sniffling, and Draco once again wrapped his arms firmly around the other boy.

He traced patterns on Harry’s hand while absentmindedly playing with Harry’s hair as well. Once the sniffling had subsided, Draco leaned down and gave Harry a quick peck on the lips.

Harry glanced up in shock. Draco paled, thinking that he had ruined the moment.

Instead, Harry lunged forward and planted his lips firmly against Draco’s. Eyes widening with shock, Draco hesitated for a moment before kissing fervently back. The two boys clutched to each other, neither wanting to let go of the other.

Draco awoke with a smile, clutching his pillow to his chest. Opening his eyes, he realised he was just in his dorm. A sigh escaped his lips as he realised it was all but a dream, once again.

Blaise emerged from the bathroom, shrugging on his undershirt and slipping into his Hogwarts robes along the way.

“C’mon, Mate. Time for the big event!” Blaise said, a tad too cheerily.

The remnants of Draco’s smile shattered. Of course. The resorting.

An hour later, and Draco sat in the Great Hall. Only Slytherin and Gryffindor had yet to be sorted into their new houses.

“Would all members of Slytherin House please come to be resorted.” McGonagall stated clearly.

Draco cursed under his breath. He hoped he wouldn’t be resorted. He needed to be in Slytherin. He just needed it.

After going through all of the lower years, McGonagall finally got to the oldest students, those in and retaking their seventh years.

“Draco Malfoy.” She called.

Feeling sick, he slowly stepped up to where she was waiting. He sat in the seat, wishing for this unpleasant experience to be over.

“SLYTHERIN!” Cried an unseen voice, the hat not even having touched his head.

Draco breathed a sigh of relief. He was safe. At least for now.

Sitting at the house table, he waited anxiously for his friends to be sorted. Pansy made Slytherin, and ran to the table, screaming with relief. Then it was Blaise’s turn. McGonagall placed the hat on his head, and it sat there. And it sat there. And still it sat there, as if unwilling to make a decision.

Just as Draco was about to give up hope of it ever deciding,the hat jerked up and yelled “RAVENCLAW!” as loud as can be.

Pansy gasped, and Draco just grimaced. He had known that they were bound to be split up.

All at once it was the Gryffindor’s turn. The Weasels split up, with the Weaslette going to Ravenclaw with Blaise and the Weasel himself staying in Gryffindor. Granger, however, surprised Draco. The sorting hat sat for a good five minutes on her head, before shouting out the word Slytherin.

At last, only Harry remained. As he sat down on the stool, McGonagall moved to place the hat on his head.

However, before she got within a foot of him, the hat cried out “SLYTHERIN!”

The Great Hall went silent with shock.

“Harry? In Slytherin? The Harry Potter?” began the whispers.

Draco was most stunned of all.

“He’s. In. My. House.” He muttered. “He’s. Actually. In. My. House.”  

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