Death Eaten: Draco Malfoy X Reader

Hogwarts Sorting

The train started slowing down. One of the conductors came back to take the pets. Shadow grumbled grumpily from being awaken from her nap. Scabbers squeaked annoyingly. 
The train made a complete stop and you exited the compartment. An older Ravenclaw girl with blonde hair opened the door for the you, Harry, and ron to come out of. 

"Right, then! First years! This way, please! Come on, now, don't be shy! Come on now, hurry up!" came a voice. "Hagrid!" you exclaimed, going to give him a hug. "Y/N! Good ter see ya." Hagrid said returning the hug. Harry and Ron walk up to Hagrid. "Oh, hello Harry." Hagrid said to Harry. " Hey, Hagrid." harry greeted. "I see you and Y/N got ter know each other." Hagrid said. "Yeah, she's cool." Harry replied. You smile to him
"Whoaa!" Ron exclaimed. "Ron, you're doing it again." you giggle. "What?" Ron asked. "Fangirling as if you've never seen this before. That should be Harry's job."
"-Hey!" Harry exclaimed. "I'm not wrong." you shrug. Then Harry made a face of agreement.
"Right then. This way to the boats! Come on, now, follow me."

Harry and Ron's boat was already filled, so you got on a boat with Draco Malfoy and his friends. "Hello, Blackbird." Draco sneered. "Malfoy." you reply. "Hope you choose the right friends this year. And the right house."
"Trust me, I will..." you mutter.

You enjoyed the view of the castle.  Once you got to shore, you entered through the big doors and walk up some stairs. A woman was waiting on the top of the level. You knew that was the transfiguration, Professor McGonagall. 
"Welcome to Hogwarts." McGonagall said.  "Now, in a few moments, you will pass through these doors and join your classmates. But before you can take your seats you must be sorted into your houses. They are Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin."
You see Draco malfoy smirk to two of his friends.  "Now, while you are here, your house will be like your family. Your triumphs will earn you house points. Any rule breaking, and you will lose points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup-"
"-Trevor!" a boy exclaimed as he went to pick up a toad hat was squeaking in front professor Mcgonagall. McGonagall stared down at him. "Sorry." the boy said, backing a way.
"The sorting ceremony will begin momentarily." McGonagall said. She then left the level. 

Draco Malfoy spoke up. " So, it's true then, what they're saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts."
 Students whispered the boys name. 
"This is Crabbe, and Goyle," he said, nodding to his side boys. "and I'm Malfoy...Draco Malfoy." Ron snickered at him, Draco turned to Ron, very displeased.  "Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask yours. Red hair, and a hand me down robe? You must be a Weasley."
"Pipe down, Malfoy." you say. Draco shoots you a devilish glare, then turns to Harry.
" Well soon find that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. Don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there." Draco extends his hand.Harry stares at it, then meets Draco's glare. " I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks."
You choked on your own air, causing you to cough. You also tried hard not to laugh as McGonagall came back into the room. Draco glared at Harry as McGonagall tapped him on the shoulder with a piece of paper. He retreated back with one last glare at Harry.
"We're ready for you now." she says

She lead you and everyone through two large doors and into the Great Hall, where there are four long tables with many kids, as well as floating candles. The roof appears to be the sky. You look at it in awe. Y/N!" came a voice. You look to see Ethan, sitting at the Gryffindor table (yes, Ethan is a Gryffindor) "Hi!" you wave excitedly. 

You were now in front of the Great Hall. McGonagall spoke up once again.  "All right, will you wait along here, please? Now, before we begin, Professor Dumbledore would like to say a few words."

Your parents were good friends with Dumbledore. Your grandmother knew him well in the thirties when Grindelwald was loose from New York and traveled to Paris.