Forbidden Love - Drarry

1 ~ Sorting

His dark curls flutter as he walks up the steps, his robes swaying as he moves. Draco watches intently as Harry moves up towards the stool. His emerald eyes darted about the hall, he trembled as he sat there, 1000 pairs of eyes on him. The sorting hat was placed upon his head, flattening his wild locks. Draco stared long and hard, invested in the situation. Would Harry be sorted into Slytherin? Draco was certain he would be placed into Slytherin, he had been placed into that house last time, as was his father and his father's father. But he wondered, hoped, that Harry Potter would be sorted into Slytherin. He resented Harry, that was clear to everybody, his family hated Harry so he had no choice but to hate him - even if deep down he felt differently. But as The Sorting Hat spoke, Draco became aware there was no chance Harry would be in Slytherin. Unlike three years ago, Harry had friends in Gryffindor now, pale faced Weasley and mudblood Granger, they were both back in Gryffindor and Harry would follow as such. Draco sighed as The Sorting Hat shouted "Gryffindor", he would never know what Harry was really like.

Draco stood, bored, waiting for his name to be called so he could go and greet the new first year Slytherins. Eventually, his name was called out. He strutted up the steps with confidence, sure he would be sorted into Slytherin within a second. He sat down and The Sorting Hat was put upon his head. But there was not an immediate reaction he was expecting all he heard was a grunt.

"Strange" The Sorting Hat mumbled, "The last time you were here, I knew exactly where I was sending you. Now i'm not so sure"

Draco started to panick. What was happening. There was no way he could be put anywhere except Slytherin right?

"Yes there is lots of talent, an intelligent boy i must say. But I don't believe Ravenclaw would be the right place for you. Hmm"

There was a long pause, Draco was panicking, his whole body was shaking, his mind was whirring. After what felt like forever The Sorting Hat finally bellowed out,

"GRYFFINDOR"

The whole room fell silent, Draco felt his face go a deep shade of scarlet. He sat, paralysed, frozen to the chair. The whole Great Hall was staring at him, even the ghosts seemed to be in shock. He looked over to the Slytherin table, his friends' seemed to be having the same thoughts as him. Lots of whispering ensued, Professor McGonagall took hold of the hat once again and took a step back. Draco slowly rose up, trundling down the stairs. His mind was going at a million miles an hour; What would his father say? Would he ever make friends in this house? He approached the table, the whole room staring at him. He hesitantly placed himself onto the bench opposite Harry, leaving a large gap between himself and Granger who was sat next to him.

Harry stared across him, Draco Malfoy. His whole family were Slytherins in all their years at Hogwarts. He couldn't help but feel sorry for him, only 5 minutes prior when Draco's name was called was Ron laughing about Draco being sorted into Gryffindor, "A Malfoy in Gryffindor! Imagine the scandal"  Ron had said into Harry's ear - little did they know that Draco would soon be sat opposite  them. McGonagall coughed and read out the next name, the sorting ceremony continued. For the rest of the evening, Draco sat silently. He listened to Ron talk about his summer and Seamus Finnigan talking all about the Quidditch World Cup to Hermione.  Draco didn't eat a single thing in the feast and only sipped on his water, occasionally turning around to look longingly at the Slytherin table.

When it was time to go to bed, Draco was astonished at who he had to share his dormitory with. He could not believe it, Ronald Weasley, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas and Harry Potter. Apparently Longbottom had requested to be in a different dorm. When Draco entered the room everybody stopped chatting, they were hanging posters and unpacking clothes. Draco felt like a burden, like he was spoiling the fun.