Disgrace

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Her anxiety starts to kick in once she steps into the Great Hall. The giant room intimidating her just the slightest bit. The smell of delicious food, candles, and wood takes over as soon as they walk in.

"Don't be too nervous. It barely sits on your head before it screams at you that you're in Slytherin--which you already knew." Draco puts his hand on his little sister's should before turning and walking to his table with everyone else. 

Lola starts fidgeting with her fingers as she walks up the the rest of first years. 

"Hi! My name is Delilah Longbottom. You are?" A curly headed girl offers her hand for Lola to shake with a wide smile.

"Lola Malfoy. Pleasure to meet you Delilah." She takes her hand and Delilah shakes it. Her eyes slightly widen.

"Malfoy? Are you related to D-Draco?" They glance over at the Slytherin boy who's talking with his friends--looking like he'd rather be anywhere else.

"He's my older brother." Lola quietly says turning back to her, hopefully, new friend.

"Oh dear. I don't mean to offend you but my brother has told me terrible things about your brother. How he has been out for Harry Potter and all his friends, including my brother, since their first year." Lola looks down at her feet hearing all these things about her brother. She knows he has some anger issues but she never expected him to be a bully. Delilah looks at her with sorrowful eyes. "I don't think you'll end up like him though. You seem really sweet and I hope we can become friends! Even though it's pretty much a given that you're a Slytherin. I won't stick you to that stereotype." Lola smiles at her new friend and they hug as Dumbledore starts the ceremony. 

Student after student, they're sorted into their houses as their table erupts and welcomes them. Delilah's name was called and she walked up to the sorting hat and got sorted into Gryffindor with her brother and his friends. 

She widely grins and walks over to the table--which was cheering loudly for her.

"Lola Malfoy." The professor reads her name from the piece of parchment.

She wasn't nervous. She knew there was no doubt she would get Slytherin. The hat didn't even touch her brother's head before announcing he was a serpent. She expected the exact same for her.

She walks up the the stool and sits down. She glances over to Draco who looks bored out of his mind but gives her a reassuring thumbs up as the hat is placed on her head. When it didn't say Slytherin within the first 2 seconds panic started to set in.

"Ahh another Malfoy. Could've mistaken you for your brother since you're so alike--but there's something I'm sensing, indeed. You tend to be very courageous, very determined, and a very trustworthy person. I have just the place for you, Lola."

Her heartbeat quickens at the slight pause and the traits that very obviously don't match a Slytherin. In these few moments she takes another glance at her brother who seems mildly confused and uninterested at the same time.

"Gryffindor!" 

The table erupts with cheers and clapping. 

There's no way, she thought. A Malfoy in Gryffindor? Never in a million years--but somehow Lola had managed to break the family legacy. She hops off the stool slowly and walks to Delilah in disbelief. 

"There has to have been a mistake." She heard a boy whisper beside her. She turns and sees a boy with round glasses and a lightning scar on his forehead. Harry Potter, she concluded. 

"How? I mean, don't get me wrong I'm so excited that you're in my house but," Delilah looks at Lola in question as she sits down, "you're a Malfoy, you basically have Salazar Slytherin's blood in your veins." 

Lola buries her face in her hands in thought. Everything she has been working for, the hours she spent practicing spells with Draco, getting lectures from her parents about the Malfoy name and all it stands for. She once again looks over at her brother who seems to be just as confused as her--running his fingers through his hair and shaking his head.  

Panic overtakes her body as the thought of what her parents might say enters her mind.

They're gonna be so disappointed.

They won't love me.

They're gonna kill me.

All of these thoughts were running through her head at the same time, giving her a headache that she tried to shake away. You'd think a house wouldn't make that big of a difference, but it was different for her. She felt she had more responsibility than others. 

What only made the back of her eyes sting worse--was the fact that she was in the same house as Harry Potter himself.

Lola truly thought she was a disgrace to the Malfoy name.