Not A Slytherin

Acceptance

All eyes were on Draco Malfoy as he quietly lumbered to the Gryffindor House Table. No one cheered. No one clapped (Well, except for all the teachers but-Professor Snape). Everyone was stunned. No one expected an heir to a rich Slytherin family to get Gryffindor. Especially Pansy and Blaise. Pansy's face was very pale and her eyes were as round as a deer in headlights. Blaise was left staring at the chair where Draco had sat on when he was sorted. He couldn't believe that his friend was sorted into the worst possible choice for him! What would his parents think of this? Should he tattle? Definitely, he thought in his mind.

Draco was even sweatier as he sat in the section reserved for First Year's, next to a bushy haired girl.

"Hello," the girl said. Draco nodded in response. His thoughts were too clouded to do anything else. "Why wasn't anyone clapping? That's very rude. Is there something wrong?" the girl asked once again. Draco shook his head to relieve himself of stress and answered her.

"Well, my family is known for being... Slytherin's. My parents expect me to be in Slytherin, too, but I am sitting here. In Gryffindor." He explained.

"Oh. That's... unpleasant," She frowned. "Oh, my name is Hermione Granger, by the way."

"Draco Malfoy."

"Draco... isn't that latin for Dragon?  That's quite a nice name!"

"Thanks," Draco managed a smile. Hermione is quite nice. Pansy and Blaise and Goyle and Crabbe will probably leave me. She'll be my pick for a friend once they leave me.

"Potter, Harry!" An old professor exclaimed. Whispers erupted throughout the room. Mentions of the words Potter, the Boy Who Lived, scar, famous, You-Know-Who, and Harry were thrown around. Draco watched Harry contently as he heard the words of, 

"Not Slytherin, please not Slytherin," whispered from Harry's mouth. How rude! Slytherin never wanted you anyways, Draco thought. But Slytherin never wanted me, either... That kind of brought down his self-esteem.

"GRYFFINDOR!" the Sorting Hat yelled for the Great Hall to hear. Lots of people at the Gryffindor table were cheering, especially two red-heads (Draco assumed that they are Weasley's) who were chanting, 

"We got Potter! We got Potter!" A very proud Harry Potter walked slowly to the Gryffindor table and sat down near the Weasley twins. Draco was thinking of apologizing to him about that... "mishap"earlier. But before he could muster a "Hello," a particular Weasley had been sorted into Gryffindor. Ron Weasley. He sat down next to his brother, George, and Harry. So Draco gave up on that idea. But as soon as the last First-Year was seated, Dumbledore gave a few words. Draco still wasn't listening. His thoughts consisted of, Why was I sorted here? Mum and dad will definitely be very mad. I hope it will go by unnoticed. All of this disturbed Draco. His face was in a sweat, but thank god that  food appeared on all their plates. A bunch of loud gasps, especially from the First-Years, were audible. Draco was not surprised; his father had done this every Malfoy family gathering. It made Draco smile when he was small, but he is unaltered by it now. 

"Mmmm, this food is delicious! Why haven't you touched yours?" Hermione broke the silence. 

"Hmm?" Draco zoned back in. Oh, yeah, here's the food, he reminded himself. "Oh, I just was deep in thought," Draco responded to Hermione's question. He dug right in. He started off with the roast beef, carefully biting into it. He was still thinking until Hermione, once again, spoke.

"Who made this wonderful food? I've ought to know! Their recipe is amazing!"

"I think Hogwart's house elves made this." A slightly chubby boy said.

"House elves? What are those?" Hermione questioned. Draco couldn't help but roll his eyes at her "ignorance." 

"They help with chores an stuff," Draco said.

"Oh," Hermione frowned. She still continued to eat her food. Now Draco was REALLY hungry. He dug in like an animal. So much for dignity.

Halloween

The meal was going on well.

After the last sip of pumpkin juice, Draco heard Professor Quirrell yell,

"Troll! Troll! There's a troll in the hall!" Everyone panicked. 

"Quiet!" Headmaster Dumbledore shouted. "Students, follow your prefects to your dorms." Everyone listened to his strict words. As soon as he stood up, he saw Ron and Harry walk towards where the troll could be heard. They must be stupid to do that, Draco thought. Hermione followed Draco close behind, about to open her mouth until Pansy ran up to him.

"You know I'm telling your parents, Draco," she told him.

"Ugh," he said as she walked back to the Slytherin line. 

"Who was that?" Hermione asked. He could tell there was just a hint of jealousy in her voice. He smirked. 

"A family friend," he responded. 

"Alright," she shrugged. 

As soon as they got to the fat lady painting, they heard a hoarse yell, followed by scolding voices. 

"You think they got the troll?" Hermione asked.

"They?"

"Harry and Ron."

"I suppose," Draco rolled his eyes.

"Why do you not like Harry and Ron?"

"Them? Oh, um," Draco stuttered as they walked into the Gryffindor common room. "Let me tell you a secret," He led her into a secluded spot. "My parents... how do I put it... don't like Harry. They have passed that trait to me, and since he has chosen Ron to hang out with, I have taken a disliking to him, too."

"Oh," She slanted her frown. As soon as Hermione pulled out the muggle book, Pride and Prejudice, Harry and Ron burst into the common room with Minerva McGonagall-a stern look on her face-trailing behind them. 

"Thanks to these two, the troll has been eradicated. But you should know, even you, 7th years, shouldn't be doing this sort of shenanigan, ever. Exceptions are only for classes. Also, welcome to Gryffindor," she ended with a smile.

"Gryffindor!" Fred and George Weasley shouted. 

"Gryffindor!" the rest of the common room shouted, along with Draco. I could get used to this, Draco smiled.