In the most dramatic manner I could muster I slid open the door making sure Crabbe and Goyle were behind me. Putting on my famous smirk I said, "Have you heard the news, Potter?"
"Piss off Malfoy" Honestly I was a little hurt by his tone of voice but didn't show it. Instead I just responded with, "You might not want to talk to me like that, I could be your fellow house mate!" Now this confused the golden trio.
"You're moving into Gryffindor?" Weasel said with a shudder.
"No blood traitor." I grimaced "Dumbledork has decided to resort our year to test us again." The trio looked confused.
"Do I have to explain?" They look at me and nodded. Seeing this and I sighed "We are going through the sorting ceremony again meaning we might be put in different houses!"
I saw the look of panic that went over Potter's face. I don't know why he looked like this. He is probably worried that Granger will move to Ravenclaw. The other two won't be able to survive on their own.
"Now Potter" I said turning to face Potter"If you, the Gryffindor golden boy, somehow get into Slytherin with me." I pause trying to entertain the thought "I offer my hand again" I stuck his hand out at Potter. "But..." I said slowly. Potter looked up from my hand and looked at my face. "If you are to say 'no' or do not get sorted into Slytherin my offer will no longer stand and none of you will ever speak of this again. Got it?"
I remember the first time that I offered my hand. The last time, I had come into the compartment insulted Weasel then offered my friendship. Not the best way to go about doing it but I was an arrogant 11 year-old. "Only if I get into Slytherin?" Potter questioned just to be sure.
"Yes, Potter. Only if you get into Slytherin" I replied most likely sounding slightly annoyed. I noticed that Potter looked at the girl and the boy sat opposite him and seeing their worried faces I laughed internally.
"Deal, Malfoy."
Potter took the my hand and shook it. I had imagined this happening so many times and seeing the look on Granger and Weasley's faces made this so much better. I strutted out of the compartment and down the hall to my own at the front of the train.
I looked at the Scotland hills and forests, all while vaguely listening to Pansy asking why I do it. All I could think was I didn't regret shaking Potters hand. Not at all.
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The Resorting ||ON HOLD||
FanfictionWhen Dumbledore decides that Harry's year should be resorted the not so golden trio gets split up and Harry learns true friendship in his new house as well as a few secrets he wishes he could have discovered sooner.
