Gryffindor boy - Ron Weasley x male oc

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Harper trails after his sister as they walked up the Hogwarts' staircase with the other students. Harper couldn't help but take notice of Neville looking at one particular boy who is standing close to Neville, as if he was trying to hide Neville from the blond's boy view not far from him.

Harper let out a small sound when he accidentally bumped into his sister's back, muttering a quiet 'sorry' before he started paying attention to Professor McGonagall standing at the top of the stairs.

"Welcome to Hogwarts." Professor McGonagall greeted warmly, looking at the students with a warm smile on her face. "In a moment, you will pass through these doors and join your classmates, but before you can take your seats, you must be sorted into your Houses." She said, eyes stopping on the boy that was standing by Neville's for a few seconds before glancing away. "They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. While here, your House is, in many ways, your family. Your triumphs will earn your House points, while any rule-breaking will lose points. At the end of the year, the House with the most is awarded the House Cup, a great honor. I hope each of you..."

Harper's attention was taken away from the Professor's speech when the boy from before pointed at something by the Professor's feet, he got his answer when Neville called out his toad's name.

"... will be a credit to whichever House becomes yours." Professor McGonagall continued, looking down at the slowly blushing Neville as the boy slowly went back to stands where he was. "The Sorting Ceremony will begin momentarily." She said, turning around and walked through the big doors behind her.

The room was instantly filled with multiple voices talking excitedly.

Harper wasn't paying attention to Neville and the boy's talking, except he was paying attention to Harry and Ron, listening to them talk with each other about the Sorting Ceremony.

"How exactly do they sort us?" Harry questioned.

"Some kind of test, I think." Ron answered before he suddenly remembered the stories Fred had told him. "Fred says it hurts like hell, but I'm sure he was joking." He said, face flattering as he thinks about it. "At least... I think he was."

Just then, Harper's attention was taken away again by the blond who was pushing through the crowd to get to Harry and Ron, or more specifically to Harry.

"It's true then, what they were saying on the train." The blond said, staring at Harry's scar without a shame in him before looking at Harry himself. "Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts."

Harry's eyes turned to look at behind the blond, eyeing the two bodyguards behind the blond.

The blond, noticing Harry's stare, introduces the two boys behind him. "Oh. This is Crabbe and Goyle. And my name's Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."

Ron let out a snigger into his hand, acting like he was coughing making a small unnoticeable smile appear on Harper's face.

Draco's eyes narrowed at Ron, looking up and down at Ron with a slight disgust on his face before it disappeared like it was never there. "Think my name's funny, do you?" He said, turning his attention to Ron. "No need to ask yours. Red hair, freckles, and a hand-me-down robe... You must be a Weasley." He said, smiling when Ron's smile faded before he turned to Harry. "You'll soon find out 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 said confidently, extending his hand to Harry who only looked at him without sparing a glance at his hand.

"I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks." Harry said, watching as Draco's eyes are filled with rage before the blond drops his hand, turning away from Harry and walked away.

"Well, he's rather disagreeable, isn't he?" Harper heard his sister say, looking away from Draco who was staring at him with an expression he couldn't describe.

Harry and Ron turn to see his sister behind them, Ron's eyes instantly go to Harper who, once again, sent him a small smile that instantly filled him with comfort.

Just then, Professor McGonagall returns with a parchment in her hand. "We are ready for you."