Opposite Ends (Draco Malfoy)

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Students all got off the train. Evangeline learned that the other guy's name was Blaise Zabini. Anala & Eva got into a carriage together; they got separated from Draco in a crowd of people. It was just the two girls on their way up to Hogwarts.

Eva had dozzed off while peering out the window and was daydreaming about other things she could have said while she argued with Harry. "You're probably going to get sorted into Slytherin." Said Anala.

Eva quickly snapped out of her thoughts and looked at Anala with a confused expression on her face, "Why do you think that?"

"Your personality." She answered, "You're very assertive and bold, but I guess I can see Gryffindor too."

Eva shrugged, "We'll see."

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Evangeline was standing in a line of first years. She felt really awkward because she was much older than them and standing with a bunch of ten or eleven year olds was...not ideal. This age group is rather peculiar.

Names were being called, and the Sorting Hat was placed on everyone's head as he yelled out house, after house.

Eva's heart jumped as she heard the woman at the front, next to the stool, begin to yell last names starting with P. The woman was quite old, maybe in her 60's, she wore emerald green robes, with a witch's hat and square glasses. She had previously introduced herself as Professor McGonagall, but Eva wasn't listening.

"Potter, Evangeline!" The room went silent, she gulped and felt as if every step she took was so loud to the point the ghosts outside the Great Hall could hear. Eva sat on the stool, and the woman placed the hat on her head.

"Ahh..." The hat seemed to be amused. Eva wasn't too shocked when the hat started talking. Harry had told her all about how the sorting ceremony works. "Another Potter...I did not think your brother was the last." The hat said pretty loudly, as if it was trying to announce to the entire Great Hall, that truly, she was not dead. "Extraordinarily difficult to place. Hmmm....where to put you..." The Sorting Hat's deep voice lowered.

Eva thought about how she didn't want anything to do with her brother no more. She really wanted to make him mad. Now that she feels that he's just a selfish twat, it's payback time.

"Not Gryffindor." She mumbled, hoping only the hat could hear.

"You sure?" The hat spoke to her and her only, "You're the first person to ever ask to not be placed in that house. Gryffindor could do you wonders. You'd fit in perfectly."

"Anything, but Gryffindor." She pleaded.

The Sorting Hat chuckled. "Then better be...Slytherin!"

The Great Hall somehow went more silent than before. Her heart felt like it was going to shoot out of her throat. The hat was taken off her head; everyone was staring at her so intently. Her stomach tightened and she headed over to the Slytherin table as the Slytherin students began to applaud. Eva saw Anala Osborn at the far corner of the table by herself, smiling and applauding. 

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The school prefects were leading students to their common rooms. Everyone had stopped in place, waiting for a long line of Ravenclaws to pass by. Eva got separated from Anala in a crowd of people, so she was by herself.

A Slytherin boy, about the same age as Eva, who was very large and a bit chubby, stood in front of her with his arms folded, scolding every inch of her. His cheeks were very red and stood out amongst his round pale face. "So, it's true," He began, "What they were saying on the train. The Potter girl really isn't dead."

"Leave her alone Crabbe." Another voice said. Into view, came Draco Malfoy, "She's cool. She's not an idiot bloke like her brother."

Crabbe threw his arms to his side in obedience, "If you say so."

Draco looked at Eva up and down with a smug smirk, very amused and pleased with Eva's sorting results. "Green suits you. Welcome to Slytherin, Potter."

She blushed slightly at his comment. She walked in between Draco & Crabbe on the way to the Slytherin common room. Though, Crabbe made her a little uncomfortable, so she leaned more towards Draco.

They eventually all reached the dungeon, and she didn't follow the prefects with the first years like she was supposed to. She stayed with Draco out of embarrassment. She felt as if she followed him almost like a pet. Unknowingly, her current reliance on his guidance fed his superiority complex.

A group of people that Draco obviously knew approached the three of them. A boy whom she recognized as Zabini and another large boy with a chiseled jawline, "That's Goyle." Said Draco. And there was also a very attractive guy with a scar on the bridge of his nose. "Mattheo Riddle." As well as two girls, one was pug-faced and had dark hair, the other with blonde hair and light green eyes. "Pansy Parkinson and Daphne Greengrass."

Evangeline got a peculiar vibe from Parkinson; she definitely was not fond of Eva.