Draco POV
I hate the way that we walk in. All of us together, with all the older kids looking at us like new prey. I walk next to Crabbe and Goyle, and can feel all attention on Harry Potter. I try not to
look back at him, but I find myself turning around. He's still standing with the Weasley, and a wave of disappointment washes over me. I'm sure that Weasley has already told Harry all the terrible things about me, so I slow down, hoping Harry will catch up to me. Instead, some mousy brown haired girl behind me steps on my toes. "Watch out!" I hiss at her. Her mousy brown hair is extremely frizzy and unkept. Her front teeth are practically bulging out of her mouth and I hope to myself that she doesn't get placed in Slytherin. I turn back around annoyed, but stop quickly as I near the front. A ragged and gross looking hat sits on a stool as Dumbledore rises. He makes some speech about the hat, and than the hat sings some dumb song. I anxiously wait for my name to be called. Crabbe is sorted in Slytherin rather quickly and is welcomed, although some kids look slightly annoyed that this chubby and oblivious kid is their first kid. I would be too. Goyle is also sorted into Slytherin and takes a seat next to Crabbe. The mousy haired girl is sorted next and I learn that her name is Hermione Granger. I am thankful that she is put into Gryffindor. "Malfoy, Draco" McGonagall calls my name as I walk up to the hat. I push down my fear and try to walk as confidently as I possibly can. The hat barely touches my head as it shouts "SLYTHERIN!" I let out a sigh of relief as I sit next to Goyle. I hold my breathe as Harry's name is called. The hat seems to take forever as I anxiously wait for the result. "GRYFFINDOR!" The hat yells out as Harry smiles and walks over to the cheering crowd. I sigh disappointedly, but act very happy on the outside as the rest of my table does. I stare across the room as the last people are called and can't help but watch Harry. He has dark and unkept raven black hair and cute circular glasses. I push down these thoughts as food comes, and smile to myself knowing that at least I am in the right house.
{AN- short chapter oops}
