enchanted • draco malfoy

Year 1: Gryffindor!

Felicity's POV

"So it's true, then?" A confident voice pierced the anxious, charged silence. "What they're saying on the train? Harry Potter's come to Hogwarts." A boy with blonde, almost-white slicked back hair was talking with a sneer in his voice.

He moved to stand in front of Harry and motioned to the two boys behind him. "This is Crabbe, and that's Goyle. And I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy," he said arrogantly, smiling at Harry in what I'm sure he thought was a charming way.

Ron snickered beside me and Malfoy turned to him. "What? You think my name is funny, do you? No need to ask what yours is. Red hair, hand-me-down robes. You must be a Weasley," he spat.

I grit my teeth in irritation. "You'll soon find out," he continued, addressing Harry, "that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there," he offered, sticking out his hand.

Harry smiled politely, have remaining at his sides. "I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks," he retorted coolly. I tried to stifle my laughter at Malfoy's face.

Just as the blond opened his mouth to speak, Professor McGonagall came in, tapping him impatiently on the shoulder with a scroll that presumably had our names on it. She cleared her throat before opening the huge doors to the Great Hall and leading us in.

I heard Hermione talking to the girl behind me. "It's not real, the ceiling. It's only bewitched to look like the night sky. I read about it in Hogwarts, A History," she boasted. The ceiling, in fact, did look like the sky, but the candles floating in the air kind of reduced the affect.

We soon stopped in the front of the huge room, standing in front of an old wrinkly hat on a stool.

McGonagall unraveled her scroll and began calling names. "Hermione Granger," she said. I turned to Hermione. "You'll do great," I whispered reassuringly. She nodded, suddenly pale, and walked up to the stool. McGonagall placed the tattered hat on her head and it spoke.

"Hmmm, you certainly have the wits for a Ravenclaw,
but you're very brave, very brave...
ambitious, too...
but why don't we put you in...
GRYFFINDOR!!!"

She grinned happily and practically skipped over to the table. Over the cheers of the Gryffindors, McGonagall announced the next name. "Draco Malfoy."

The hat had barely touched his head before yelling,

"SLYTHERIN!!!" 

"There isn't a witch or wizard that hasn't gone bad that wasn't in Slytherin," Ron whispered to me and Harry. We merely nodded in agreement before Ron was called up. He gulped nervously and walked over to the Sorting Hat.

"Ah, another Weasley?
I know just what to do with you...
GRYFFINDOR!!!"

His face showed utter relief as he walked to the Gryffindor table where his brothers, I assume, were cheering loudly. A few more names were called; Susan Bones to Hufflepuff, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, and Pansy Parkinson to Slytherin, and Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas to Gryffindor. And then my brother was called.

"Hmm, Neville Longbottom. 
Brave, deep down, and willing to do what is right...
But also gentle, kind...
Why don't we put you in... GRYFFINDOR!"

I grinned widely as Neville tripped over to the Gryffindor table, clasping my hands in front of me in excitement. He glanced back at me, and I flashed him a broad smile and a thumbs up.

"Harry Potter," Professor McGonagall called.

The room was suddenly so quiet, I swear you could hear a pin drop before chatter broke out in every table. Harry gulped and walked over hesitantly to the hat before sitting on the stool.

"Mmmm, difficult, very difficult.
Plenty of courage, I see,
and not a bad mind, either.
There's talent, oh yes,
and a thirst to prove yourself.
But where to put you?"

"Not Slytherin, not Slytherin," I saw Harry mutter with his eyes closed.

"Not Slytherin, aye?
Are you sure?
Well, in that case, you'd better be in...
GRYFFINDOR!"

The sound of every Gryffindor screaming and cheering was deafening. I smiled, until I realized that I was the last one standing there. As soon as the cheers died down, I felt almost everyone's eyes on me.

Awkward.

"And last but not least, Felicity Longbottom," McGonagall said, rolling up her scroll. I walked over to the stool, sitting down reluctantly as Professor McGonagall placed the hat on my head.

"Hmmm, well, mmmm...
You portray a great deal of courage and independence, and
you're willing to go great lengths for what you believe in.
Quite hardworking and ambitious.
You're cunning and determined...
But... why not go with...
GRYFFINDOR!!!"

I grinned widely as my plain black robes turned into the robes of a Gryffindor. I skipped over to the Gryffindor table, neglecting to feel nor return the stares of a particular Slytherin boy.