Slytherin

2.Gryffindor

     All the first years are now sorted into their houses. Dumbledore did his speech and then, the feast had begun.

     Food appeared on the plates, pumpkin juice appearing in my goblet. I ate my food in silence, ignoring the Slytherin's chant,

    "We got Potter! We got Potter!"

     I cringed, I didn't want to be here. I wanted to be in Gryffindor. 

     Finally the feast ended, and the prefects lead the first years into our common room.

     "The password is pureblood."

      The portrait swung open, revealing beautiful common room clad in the Slytherin colours, green and silver. I moved into the room, almost disbelievingly, and sat down on an armchair near the fireplace, my tense body slowly relaxing into the softness of the armchair.

     "Hey Potter." Draco Malfoy bounced into the chair beside mine.

     I silently groaned.

     "Hello Malfoy." I replied dryly, keeping my eyes fixed on the shimmering red and golds of the fireplace, meanwhile ignoring his prying stares. "Now that you are in Slytherin, how about we forget about that meeting before the sorting." Malfoy said casually, obviously recalling the moment when I had chosen Ron over him.

     I chose to stay quiet, instead diverting my focus to a single orange flame. Malfoy must have assumed that had been a yes, because he said, now that we are friends, can we be on first name terms?" 

     "I never said we were friends." I said quietly.

      Malfoy face contorted into one of surprise, and his face stayed in that position for a few moments. "Fine." He huffed, getting up and heading towards Pansy Parkinson and the other first year Slytherins.

      I sighed, somewhat sadly. I really wanted to be in Gryffindor. My parents were in Gryffindor! I sunk deeper into my chair, feeling ashamed that I'm probably the first Potter to not be in Gryffindor.