No, thank you (Draco Malfoy x male reader)

7

You finally arrive at Hogwarts. You walk into the castle, taking in the view. It was better than you ever imagined.

You had eaten so much you needed to go to the toilet. You find an awkward looking teacher with a turban mysteriously wandering the halls.

"Um, Excuse me, Can you lead me to the toilet please?"

"AH! O-oh um s-sure!" He says. He leads you to the bathroom, waiting in front of the bathroom door.

You exit the stall and out of the bathroom. "Ok n-now go back to t-the great h-hall!"

"I don't know where it is though." You say while thinking about how stupid this guy must be for thinking you know your way around this huge castle although you came here around 15 minutes ago.

"O-oh, right! f-follow me!" He leads you back to the great hall.

"Y-you're just in t-time for the ce-ceremony!" He says and rushed back to where he was suspiciously.

"Where were you?" Ron says.

"Toilet" You say plainly as you watch the first years get sorted and their houses celebrate.

"Granger, Hermione." The professor with the roll of parchment calls.

"GRIFFINDOR!" The hat yells.

"Weasley, Ronald." 

Ron nervously sits on the chair and the hat gets placed on his head.

"Ah!" The sorting hat says; startling Ron and The professor. "Another Weasley; I know just what to do with you! GRIFFINDOR!"

The Griffindor table claps for him; Mostly the Weasleys.

"Potter, Harry." The professor calls; making everyone gasp in anticipation.

He sits down and has the hat on him. The hat takes a minute until it finally shouts "GRIFFINDOR!"

"Malfoy, Draco."

The platinum blonde haired boy sits down and the hat barely touches his head before it shouts "SLYTHERIN!" The boy smirks as he goes to sit at the Slytherin table.

"L/N, Y/N" The professor Calls, scanning the crowd. You get the courage to walk to the chair and sit as the hat gets placed on you. It takes a while whispering to its self. 

"You have the courage of a Griffindor, The pride and cunningness of a Slytherin... I know! SLYTHERIN!"

The Slytherin table cheers as you walk over there. You look at Harry, Ron, and Hermione with sorrow. You really wanted to sit with them, and the looks on their faces told you they really wanted you; especially Ron.

You sit next to the blonde haired boy from before. You look over to him. He had a bored look on his face.

"Hi, I'm Y/N L/N!"

"No, thank you."