Forced Husband

1 - Sorting hat

September 1st 

"You were supposed to sit with Draco on the train, what happened?" My father asked me. He had pulled me aside as soon as we had stepped inside. It was my first day of school and I was going to get sorted into houses. 

"He sat with somebody else, and I found her absolutely annoying!" I said honestly. Draco Malfoy was my childhood friend I was supposed to marry when we turned 18. We both were against it, but we knew there was nothing we could do about it. My father who was a professor at Hogwarts had made a deal with Draco's parents. I didn't know the exact details of the deal, I was only 11, and my father had never told me more about it. 

Father sighed. "Next time you will do what I say without any objections." Then he left me, and I went back to the other first graders. 

All of them were standing on the stairs, waiting for something. I walked over there and tried to see where Draco was. He was the only one I knew from here and did not want to talk to others. I didn't want to marry him, but he was my friend and we got along quite well. Finally, I found my way back to him and saw him talking to two boys. 

The other boy had black hair and the other orange. Oh, he must be Weasley. Draco's father had talked about them many times. He called them bloodtraitors but I had never really understood why. I was sure Draco didn't like them either, he liked copying his father. 

"Draco," I muttered when I reached him. He only glanced at me and turned back to the boys. The Weasley one looked quite scared of Draco, and I snorted. Who could actually be scared of that boy? He used too much gel on his hair and tried to act tough. I had seen him running away from his mother screaming many times. He's actually a fuss. 

"You see, some wizard families are better than the others, I can help you with that," Draco said offering his hand out to the black-haired boy. 

I wondered who he was as Draco wanted to be friends with him. I had never seen him before, and he didn't really look familiar to me at all. Did Draco know him? 

"I think I can manage myself, thanks," the boy said, and Draco's face turned red. He turned away and glared at me as I was in verge of laughing. He hated being rejected; he wasn't used to it. He always got everything he wanted because his family was rich. 

Mine wasn't. My father was single father, and he was just a professor. It didn't pay that much but we got along. My mother was an auror, but she passed away while giving birth to me. I had only seen her pictures, but they weren't really helpful. They were worn and old, therefore she wasn't that visible in them anymore. I always wished I could've seen her but maybe that was meant to be. 

"Looking for a new friend?" I asked jokingly when we were away from the two boys. 

"What? No," Draco mumbled. "I would never be friends with him." 

"Who was he anyway?" 

Draco laughed. "You don't know? He's Harry Potter." 

Harry Potter. He was famous in wizarding world. Everybody knew his name, but nobody had ever really seen him. He destroyed Lord Voldemort, the evil wizard who was once ruling the world. My father always yelled at me for saying his name. People referred to him as you-know-who but I liked calling him by his real name. What's so wrong with it? I knew he was terrible and dangerous wizard but what was saying his name out loud going to do? Bring him back? I doubted that. 

I tried to get a better look at the boy, but Professor McGonagall stepped in front of us. I knew her because my father had a book back home where were every single teacher and their picture. She was the head teacher of Gryffindor as my father was Slytherin's.