Drarry One-Shots

'He chose me?' Part 1

One-shot: 5th year- 'He chose me?'

Word count: 3576

Harry glared at Ron and Hermione. They were just using him, using him for fame, money, and power. A snarl echoed around the room as his flashback hit him.

*Flashback*

Harry was just about to greet his friends as he heard one of them speak. What they said left him frozen in his tracks.

"Thank god Dumbledore is making him stay at the Dursleys! That makes him way more reliant on us, and it makes him easier to manipulate!" A golden-hazelnut eyed girl grinned maliciously. Harry's eyes widened. They knew about the abuse? The torture he went through every single day he stayed at his Aunt and Uncle's house?

"Right Hermione? It makes him sooo weak! It makes me sick that HE gets all the fame when we're his bestfriends, I mean we're being paid to be his friends but still! We should get recognition for being the 'Golden Boy's' best friend!" A redhead with piercing blue eyes cried in frustration.

"Don't worry Ron! This will end soon! Let's just act like we always do! He won't suspect a thing" The bushy haired-girl grinned. "He's too daft to figure it out anyways" Hermione added to her previous statement.

*End of Flashback*

'He won't suspect a thing!' Yea right? Harry rolled his eyes. Harry faked a smile, he was gonna have to pretend to be their friend for a while..... Or will he?

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A pink-toad-like Lady, stepped up to the podium, interrupting Dumbledore's speech.

"I think we should go through with a resort, don't you say Albus?" She turned and smiled sweetly at the Headmaster.

"Of course Ms. Umbridge" The headmaster spoke, no twinkle in his eyes, instead they were narrowing on her dangerously.

"But I will only resort 5th years and up"

"Very well" She chirped.

"LET THE RESORTING BEGIN!" Bellowed the headmaster. Harry jumped as he was startled out of his thoughts. Wait what? Resortment? Why!? And McGonagall started the calling people in alphabetical order.

"Abbott, Hannah?"

"Bones Susan?"

"Boot, Terry?"

"Brown, Lavender?"

"Bulstrode, Millicent?"

"Chang, Cho?'

"Corner, Michael?"

"Crabbe, Vincent?"

"Flinch-Fletchy, Justin?"

"Finnigan, Seamus?"

Harry snapped out of his thoughts, once again, as Seamus was called up. Seamus strode up with an air of confidence, and the Irish boy, sent a goofy smile to his Head of House as he sat on the stool. The hat was hardly on the boy's jet-black hair for more than a minute. Thin red lips grinned as the hat shouted his house.

"GRYFFINDOR!" Harry smiled and clapped for his friend. The boy in question gave Harry a slight salute, and flashed him a encouraging smile.

"Goldstein, Anthony?"

"Goyle, Gregory?"

"Granger, Hermione?"

Harry glanced up slightly at the mention of her name. She smiled nervously at Ron as she got up. Her dark Rose-bud-pink lips had a slight frown upon them. She carefully sat upon the stool as that hat was placed on her head, covering her golden-brown eyes in the process. Hermione's was longer this time, she seemed to be arguing with the hat, as a fierce scowl became prominent.