Slytherin

Hogwarts

"Well, lovey, hope you and Draco have fun," Hermione says, a smirk on her lips. We're standing outside the Feast Hall (A/N I haven't read the series in a few months, so I don't know if that's actually what it's called. Sorry). We're going in together, but we won't have alone time for a while.
   I press her against the wall, kissing her lips harshly. I pull back quickly as someone walks down the hall, stopping beside them. "Eww. Potter, can't you wait to do that with the Mudblood?" Draco snides. My lovey blushes a cute crimson, and I clench my fists.
   "Fuck off Malfoy." I still hate him, despite him married to Ron. He's still the asshole he was in school.
   "No. I have Ron to do that for me," he laughs, and glides into the Feast Hall. Hermione grabs my arm.
   "Harry, don't get your hair in a twist. It's Draco. What do you expect?" Hermione says. I nod, unclenching my fists. I take hold of her hand, and we walk into the Hall.
   The children are loud with excitement. Well the Gryffindor table is. The Slytherin table is sitting silently, glaring at the other tables. Typical.
   Hermione and I walk to the front of the room and take our seats. Draco sits next to me, and I move as far away from him and as close to my lovely wife as I can. I take her hand again under the table and kiss her cheek softly.
   About twenty loud minutes later, Hagrid storms in with the First Years. The chatter dies down quickly, for which everyone is eyeing the new meat. Hermione squeezes my hand and points at a tall young woman with long curly brown hair, who's standing between Lucius and Maray. Maryalyn. Her hands are shaking with nerves.
   Hermione stands. "Students, these will be your new classmates. No matter the House which they will be sorted, you are expected to treat them with respect," she says, in her motherly voice. I chuckle a little.
   The First Years smile at Hermione. She walks to the middle of the floor where the they stand, and pulls out her wand. She swishes it around a few times. An old, beaten up, black hat with a pointed tip appears: the Sorting Hat. The Hat's voice booms.
   "Yes, yes. On with the Sorting." He's grown depressed since Professor McGonagall retired, I suppose. Hermione reads off the first name.
   The first to be sorted is a short round child with thick framed glasses and blond hair. Lucius.
   "Very much smart, but snakey too. Cowardly, but has self confidence. Not afraid to get what he wants. Hmm... Slytherin!" The Slytherin table cheers, and as does Draco beside me. Next is Maray, who is also Slytherin. I don't pay attention to any of the rest, until Maryalyn's name is called.
   "Smart like her mother, but has hatred towards her father. Doesn't mind hurting people to get what she wants. Cunning and charming. This is a no brainer. Slytherin!" The room is quiet. No body moves a muscle, and nor do I. My daughter, a Slytherin?!!
  Oh my Dumbledore.
  After the few minutes of shocked silence, the Slytherin table cheers a ear-splitting cheer. She shoots me a glance and then walks over to her house table. Draco slaps me on the back. "She's Slytherin, Potter. How does that make you feel?"
  Honestly, I don't know how it makes me feel. Disappointed a little, and confused at the most. But she's my daughter. I don't love her any differently just because she's Slytherin now. Right......?