RAVENCLAW!

1. The Sorting

"RAVENCLAW!"

- as the sorting hat shouted this out loud, Draco's face went blank in shock.
Nononononono! This couldn't be happening. It was his first day at Hogwarts and everything went wrong already.

First Harry Potter didn't want to be his friend and now this. He belonged to Slytherin! His whole family had always been in Slytherin. This was so so bad!
His father was going to kill him. His only child! A Ravenclaw?!
There's no chance his father would accept such a shame. That's what Draco was. A shame for his whole bloodline!
And his friends. All people he had known before....they had all been sorted into Slytherin....or were at least going to be. He would be all alone.

He gulped. Then he took the hat off with trembling hands and placed it back on the chair.
You're a Malfoy!
He repeated his fathers words in his mind,
Malfoys never show fear!
And with his head raised he made his way to the Ravenclaw table.
And he was just too aware of the angry and confused glares from the Slytherin table and from his childhood friends who weren't sorted yet.
Draco didn't judge them. If he could, he would do the same thing right now.

Being sorted into Ravenclaw was probably the worst thing that will ever happen to him!

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Ron gave Harry a gloating grin.
Wow.
After the hat's song and all Draco had bragged about, Harry had been so sure that Malfoy was the most slytherin boy in this school. What on earth would make the sorting hat put this guy into Ravenclaw?

"Potter, Harry!"

McGonagall's voice brought him back to reality and he made his way up to the chair. With every step the whispers around him grew louder and he got more nervous.
He was glad when the hat fell over his eyes and blocked his view.
All these glances on him would have made him go crazy.
Suddenly there was a low voice talking inside his head.

"Hmmm....very brave....also ambitious....one could find a true friend in you....and you are very eager to learn....very intelligent, in plenty ways....but where to put you? You would fit into all of them. Maybe not Hufflepuff. And it probably wouldn't be wise to put you into Slytherin. Too much pride and prejudice. No, you're full of love. But will it be Ravenclaw or Gryffindor?"

Harry didn't know, what to think of this.
Both houses seemed to be good choices to him. But he wouldn't really want to spend all his time with this Malfoy guy. He didn't seem very nice. Neither at Madam Malkin's nor on the train.
And Ron had told him about all his older brothers being sorted into Gryffindor, so there was a good chance he would already have a friend there.
To Harry's regrets the hat's next words were:

"It's a wise choice to want friends around you but it's not wise to choose your friends before you know them. You've got a lot potential but you may only gain wisdom - which you will most definitely need - in....RAVENCLAW!"

When he took the hat off he was confused. What did it want to tell him?
That Ron wouldn't be a good friend?
Harry didn't get a chance to continue this thought because as soon as he reached the Ravenclaw table he was besieged by about a dozen boys and girls of different age shaking his hands. All of whom were cheering and clapping.
He hadn't done anything to deserve so much attention. But soon the happy atmosphere took onto him and he sat down on an empty chair (as far away from Malfoy as possible) with a huge grin on his face.

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Five minutes ago Draco would've thought that this day couldn't get any worse. Well, of course fate had to prove him wrong again. Now he was stuck up with Harry Bloody Potter for seven years who had rejected his friendship-offer just an hour ago. He was silent all the remaining time of the sorting (the stupid Weasley boy was Griffindor and Pansy and Blaise had been sorted into Slytherin, of course) and during the whole dinner.
Then this Clearwater-Prefect girl lead the Ravenclaw first years to their rooms. They went up a lot of stairs and Draco tried not to look impressed by them moving around.
After all, he'd known about that!
Everything here just seemed to be so huge and mysterious. They also used some secret passageways.
He couldn't help but stare in awe.
Therefore he didn't realize when the others had stopped walking and bumped right into Harry's back.
Nonononono SHIT! Okay, act cool! Say something!

"Watch your way, Potter!"

The black haired boy gave him a bewildered look before turning his attention back to Clearwater.
Gosh, this must have sounded so silly.

Penelope started to explain, how to enter the common room.

"So, the door knocker is going to ask you a riddle every time you wish to enter. You need to answer it correctly before the door opens. Watch!"

The door knocker lyrically recited a few lines but Draco wasn't listening any longer.
He just took a look around and meanwhile located himself in the west tower.
He could get a glimpse of the lake reflecting the moonlight through a window nearby.

The other first years started moving again and Draco entered the common room right after them.
He found himself in an airy and noble, circular room.
The dome shaped ceiling loftily showed a night sky with gleaming stars and constellations and hovered high above their heads.
Draco was stunned.
He'd never seen something like this.
Not even their library at Malfoy Manor was this tall.
Amazed, he let his eyes glide over the stuffed bookshelves covering the walls and over a statue of Rowena Ravenclaw, who he'd recognised from an illustration in 'Hogwarts: A history!' His mother had bought it for him so he'd have something to read when he needed time on his own at school.
His friends could sometimes be quite pesky, especially Crabbe and Goyle, who don't even know what you're talking about after you explained it twice.
Anyway, he'd read it on the same day he'd gotten it because although both of his parents had attended this school and his friends would be there he'd been a bit afraid of coming here and wanted to know as much as possible about the castle so there wouldn't be any bad surprises.
Further the room was filled with comfy looking armchairs, benches and sofas and inbetween desks, of course. Literally everything in here seemed to be blue. Next to a window to their left there was a small fireplace, crackling slightly.
Clearwater lead them over to the opposite end of the room and said:
"To my right there are the girls' dormitories, the boy's are to my left. Just climb the stairs until you find the door with the number 1 on it. You will find your luggage placed next to your bed. Make yourself a home. Good night everyone."
She turned around on her heel and disappeared on the right staircase.
Except from Potter and him there were three other first year boys in Ravenclaw, one of whom he actually knew.
Terry Boot was a pure blood and his family was known for being unprejudiced,
neither towards mudbloods nor towards said ex- death eaters.
As he didn't know the other two, he came to the conclusion that they weren't pure bloods. He gave Boot a short nod and then walked up the staircase, reaching their dorm first.

These were going to be some quite long seven years of school.