Polar Opposites (Draco Malfoy)

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We all got off the train. I learned that the other guy's name was Blaise Zabini. Anala & I got into a carriage together, we got separated from Draco in a crowd of people. It was just the two of us on our way up to Hogwarts.

I had dozzed off while looking out the window and was daydreaming about other things I could have said while I told off Harry. "You're probably going to get into Slytherin." Said Anala.

I quickly snapped out of my thoughts and looked at her with a questionable expression on my face, "Why do you think that?"

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

I shrugged, "We'll see."

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I was standing in a line of first years. I was filled with humiliation as I was much older than them and standing with a bunch of ten or eleven year olds. Names were being called, and the Sorting Hat was placed on everyone's head as he yelled out house after house.

My heart skipped a beat as I heard the woman at the front, next to the stool, begin to yell last names with P. The woman was quite old, maybe in her 60's, she wore emerald green robes, with a witches hat and square glasses.

"Potter, Evangeline!" The room went silent, I gulped and felt as if every step I took was so loud to the point the ghosts outside the great hall could hear. I sat on the stool, and the woman placed the hat on my head.

"Ahh..." The hat seemed to be amused. I wasn't too shocked when the hat started talking. Harry had told me all about how the sorting 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, I was not dead. "Extraordinarily difficult to place, where to put you..." The Sorting Hat's deep voice lowered.

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

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

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

"Anything, but Gryffindor." I pleaded, "or Hufflepuff."

The Sorting Hat chuckled, "You certainly are no Hufflepuff."

I sighed.

"Then better be...Slytherin!"

The great hall somehow went more silent than before. My heart felt like it was going to shoot out of my throat. The hat was taken off my head; everyone was staring at me so intently. My stomach tightened and I headed over to the Slytherin Table. I saw Anala at the far corner of the table by herself.

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The school prefects were leading us to our common room. Everyone had stopped in place, waiting for a long line of Ravenclaws to pass by. I got separated with Anala in a crowd of people, so I was by myself.

A boy, about the same age as me, who was very large and quite chunky, stood in front of me with his arms folded, scolding every inch of me. 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."

I walked in between Draco & Crabbe on the way to the Slytherin common room. Though, Crabbe made me uncomfortable, so I leaned more towards Draco. I had a feeling that if I were to get too close to Crabbe, I would smell the scent of cheese.

We eventually all reached the dungeon and I didn't follow the first years like I was supposed to. I stayed with Draco out of embarrassment. I felt as if I followed him like a pet.

A group of people that Draco obviously knew approached the three of us, a boy whom I recognized as Zabini. A large boy with a chiseled jawline and the same aura as Crabbe, "That's Goyle." Said Draco. A very attractive guy with a scar on the bridge of his nose. "Mattheo Riddle." Two girls, one was pug-faced and had dark hair, the other with blonde hair and light green eyes. "Pansy Parkinson and Daphne Greengrass."

I felt a certain vibe from Parkinson, she definitely was not fond of me.

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