𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗣𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗼𝗽𝗵𝗲𝗿'𝘀 𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗲 | Harry Potter x Male Reader

•Sorting Ceremony•

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Everyone started whispering in excitement, annoying Y/N even more.

Then, the boy who spoke, walked towards them. Y/N looks at him with pure disgust.

The boy however looks at Y/N. On his pale cheeks, they could see a faint tint of pink.

Malfoy: I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. And they are Crabbe and Goyle.
He said, pointing to two boys who were just a muscle mess, that looked at Y/N menacingly.

Not that Y/N really cared anyway. Then, Malfoy sticked his hand out.

Malfoy: You don't want to befriend the wrong people, right? I can help you with that.
He said, smirking, as the twins just stared at the hand.

Harry looked at Y/N, and had to grab his hand to prevent him from punching Malfoy. They both look at him.

Y/N: No. I won't let anyone else treat us like the Dursleys did for our whole lives.
He thought.

Harry: Sorry, but we can choose by ourselves which are the wrong people.
He said sassily, making Ron snort.

Malfoy looks at him. Harry and Y/N could see the disgust on Malfoy's face.

Malfoy: There's no need for you to introduce yourself. Red hair, freckles, old robes... You're a Weasley.
He said.

He then looks back to Harry and   Y/N.
Malfoy: You'll soon discover that some Wizarding families are better than others.
He said.

Someone patted his shoulder, making him turn around. McGonagall stood behind him, holding a scroll in her hands, and looking at him sternly.

Malfoy walked back to his place, glaring at the twins.
McGonagall: Follow me, please.
She said, leading them all inside a huge hall with lots of floating candles, and 5 long tables.

Harry and Ron were admiring the ceiling. That's when they heard Hermione tell a nearby girl that the ceiling was bewitched to resemble the real sky, making Ron groan in annoyance.

Then they finally stopped, and looked at McGonagall. She opened the scroll.

McGonagall: Now, when I will call your name, you will come forward, sit on the stool, and put on the Sorting Hat, that will decide to which House you will belong.
She said, and then proceeded to read the first name.

McGonagall: Hermione Granger!
She said. Hermione walked forward, muttering something under her breath.

Ron: She's mad, trust me.
He said, as the twins chuckled.

She put on the hat, and, after a few minutes, much to Y/N's surprise, the hat talked.

Hat: Gryffindor!
It yelled, as one of the four tables cheered loudly.

Now Y/N was really anxious. What if he got separated from Harry? What if the Hat put them into two different Houses?

McGonagall: Draco Malfoy!
She said.

Malfoy walked up to the stool, sat on it, and McGonagall put the hat on him.

Hat: Slytherin!
It yelled immediately, as Malfoy smirked. Ron looked at them both.

Ron: Everyone who was sorted into Slytherin became one of You-Know-Who's fellows.
He said, as Y/N held Harry's hand, squeezing it a little.

Y/N: Then let's just hope we won't be sorted there.
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