𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝝄𝒇 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝜜𝒈𝒆 | Hermione x Male Reader

The Sorting Ceremony

Y/N thought that the witch in front of them was someone who was not to be crossed.

"This," Hagrid said. "is Professor McGonagall. Here are the firs' years, Professor."

Professor McGonagall led the first years inside and the door shut behind them. She walked along the stone floor to a pair of large wooden doors.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," she said. "The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony, because while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room.

The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rule breaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours.

The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting."

She shot a look at Neville's robes, which were sideways, and Ron's nose, which had a dirt smudge on it.

"I shall return when we are ready for you," Professor McGonagall said as she left the room. Y/N and Hermione instantly began quizzing each other on things that they had read while Harry and Ron tried to make themselves look better. Everyone else in the hall was talking about whatever they thought was coming.

"How exactly do they sort us?" Harry asked Ron.

"Fred says it's some sort of test," Ron explained. "He said it hurts a lot, but I think he was joking."

A boy with slicked-back blonde hair walked over to Y/N, interrupting his studying with Hermione.

"So, it's true then?" asked the boy. "The Potter twins are at Hogwarts?"

Y/N nodded slowly.

"I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. This is Crabbe, and this is Goyle."

Ron sniggered. Draco glared at him.

"Think my name's funny, do you? There's no need to ask you yours. Red hair, freckles, and hand-me-down robes? You must be a Weasley."

Ron's ears went red and Draco turned back to Y/N.

"Soon you'll learn that some wizarding families are better than others. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there."

Draco stuck out his hand.

"I think I can figure the wrong sort out for myself, thanks." Y/N retorted. Draco pulled back his hand, scoffed, and walked away.

Before Harry had time to react to what just unfolded, twenty or so ghosts floated through the wall into the room where the first years were waiting.

"My dear Friar, haven't we given Peeves all the chances he deserves?" asked one of the ghosts. "He gives us all a bad name and you know, he's not really even a ghost - I say, what are you all doing here?"

"New students!" said the ghost called Friar, smiling around at them. "About to be Sorted, I suppose?"

A few people nodded shyly.

"Hope to see you in Hufflepuff!" Friar said. "My old house, you know!"

"Move along," said a sharp voice. "The Sorting Ceremony is about to begin."