The Windows To Our Souls - Draco Malfoy Love story

The Sorting and A Big Shock!

Chapter 3

 When we finally arrived at large doors, I noticed an old woman with a severe bun and a emerald green witch hat that matched her robes. She had hazel eyes that seemed to sweep over us all with either dislike or pride. She finally spoke after a long silence, her voice was stern but her eyes look fair. "Welcome students to Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I am Professor McGonagall, and in a few moments you will enter through these doors into the Great Hall where the sorting will take place." She turned on her heel and into the Great Hall through another entrance leaving us alone, or so we thought. Ghosts, floated through the walls and floor under our feet making us all jump in surprise, none more so that a chubby boy with a baby face.

 " What do we have here?" One asked another, curiosity strong in his voice, he was close to the boy who had jumped about three feet in the air, this made the boy inch closer to a girl with bushy hair. "Looks like first years to me Nick." Another replied it was amazing seeing so many at once. One was going around making fun of some fellow first years when McGonagall re-entered the foyer "Peeves what have I told you time and time again about teasing the children?" she shouted at the now cowering ghost. After hearing her outburst all of the ghost seemed to fade away in an instant, they had probably learned not to test the old Professor's patience. "Now students if you would follow me into the Great Hall and we shall begin the Sorting." Her voice, once dark and cool, was now warm and kind, made to make us feel welcome I assumed.

 I already held great respect for the Professor even after just a brief encounter, but I held respect for anyone who had stepped foot in this castle even dare I think it, Voldemort and his loyal followers. As we walked down the space between two of the four tables could feel everyone's watchful eyes on us making both Ron and I blush a light pink for me and a crimson red for him.  Finally we reached the front of the hall close to the teacher's table where an old wise looking Dumbledore stood with a twinkle in his bright blue eyes and a look of pride and joy was on his face as he observed us. The sorting began, but it was all a blur until I heard Ron's name called he had a look of pure terror on his face still he timidly made his way to the stool where an old worn and torn hat was placed on his head. Seconds later it yelled: "GRYFFINDOR!" The Gryffindor table cheered along with my other brothers.

 "Weasley, Mia" The old witch called looking directly at me. Come on Mia, You can do this it's just a hat. I was walking up to the stool when a heard someone sneer behind me: "Pathetic excuse of a witch, just look at her." I ignore the comment and sat on the stool. Ah another Weasley I see. This made me jump as I heard the hat talk in my head. But where to put you, I see you have a good heart just like every other Weasley, mischievous like the twins, Your smart unlike some of your other brothers. One other difference is that you have a very sly and evil side to you but where to put you, hm... So Ravenclaw or Slytherin hmm I know. SLYTHERIN It finally shouted and I gave a sigh when it was removed from my head, thankfully. I dragged my feet over to the cheering table. There was only one seat that wasn't occupied, a guess who was next to it. Malfoy. Damn.

 "NO! She can’t be with the 'Snakes'. She’s a Weasley for Godric's sake!' I heard my brother’s shout in shock and hate. If they can’t get over it then my mother definitely wont. She’s going to hate me forever. I thought to myself. Silently I started to eat once Dumbledore had finished his speech, and must have had a look of utter horror on my face still as I saw Malfoy giving me worried looks. “It’s okay Mia, they'll get used to it eventually, but it'll take time. I don't know how long but they will come round. Don't worry yourself." he spoke with a gentleness in his voice that I would bet all of my money that no one had heard, well except his mother... Maybe. I smiled my thanks and he smiled back encouragingly. No matter what anyone said about him being an Evil Jerk I knew from that moment on that he was an actually really nice, kind hearted, insecure boy. Much like any other lad here. Another thing I now know is that I will always be there when he needs a friend or shoulder to cry on, just like he will be for me.