Draco x Reader

Chapter Two: Hogwarts

Indescribable.
That's what Hogwarts was. A huge gray castle, surrounded by miles and miles of trees. It looked serene, but threatening all at once.

The train stopped in the village next to the school, and even that was a nice experience. All of it was beautiful in the most beautiful ways.

Harry and I met Hagrid again because he was ushering the first years to the castle. It was nice to see him again, because he was the one who took us away from the Dursley's. He told us what we were, and that was the greatest thing anyone ever could have done. For me, at least.

When we walked into the school, we were met by an older witch. Professor McGonagall was a stern, but kind lady. I had a feeling she was that teacher that people like, but don't want to mess with. She seemed like she could conjure up some pretty serious punishments.

When she had us huddled in front of two gigantic doors which she said lead to the Great Hall, she began to explain how we would be sorted.

After she left, I was talking to Hermione about what kind of classes there was, when I heard a voice behind me. "What they were saying on the train is true, then. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts," said a boy with blonde hair and striking gray eyes.

Apparently trouble was already brewing because of my brother. The blonde boy nodded towards the two bigger boys behind him and said, "This is Crabbe," he gestured to the boy on his left, "And Goyle," he gestured to the boy on his right.

Crabbe and Goyle were two of the biggest children I had ever seen. Only Dudley could ever surpass them in size. My revelation was interrupted when the smaller boy continued his introduction. "And I'm Malfoy. Draco, Malfoy."

Ron snickered, causing Malfoy's attention to turn to him. "You think my names funny do you? No need to ask yours," he said. "Red hair, and a hand-me-down robe? You must be a Weasley," he sneered, making Ron pull a face of offense and disinterest.

Malfoy turned to Harry and said, "Soon you'll find some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort." He held out his hand for Harry to shake, but he eyed to hand warily. When Harry looked up he but back, "I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks."

I giggled at the face Malfoy made. It was as if he had never been refused anything in his entire life. Unfortunately, it drew the attention to me. Usually I would be pleased with being noticed, but the multiple glares I was receiving from Malfoy and his goons were making me uncomfortable.

"Oh what's wrong Malfoy? Not used to being rejected like that? Must be heartbreaking for you," I said. His glare intensified, if that was even possible. "And who are you to talk to me like that?", he sneered.

I straightened my back and responded, " Y/N. Y/N Potter." He seemed thoroughly surprised that I existed. He looked between Harry and I as if he couldn't believe we were related. It might have been that fact that Harry was famous, and I was not.

Before the conversation could go any further however, Professor McGonagall came to lead us into to Great Hall. Walking alongside Hermione, she engaged in conversation by telling me that the ceiling was simply bewitched to look like the night sky. None of it was real, and it was all an illusion.

We stopped at the very front of the room, in front of what I assumed was the Professor's table. There was a stool, and atop it sat a very old looking, torn, worn down wizards hat. Professor McGonagall held a roll of parchment in her right hand, and picked up the hat in her left.

"When I call your name, you will sit on the stool, and I will place the Sorting Hat on your head. Then you will be sorted into your houses," she said, in her slightly wavering voice. Then she started calling out names.

"Hermione Granger," she called. Hermione looked up, wide eyed, and started mumbling to herself. I couldn't quite understand what she said, but I guess Rob did because he said, "Mental, that one. I'm telling you."

The Sorting Hat was placed on her head for a few moments before it yelled out, "Gryffindor!"
The entire Gryffindor table cheered as Hermione went to take her place.

My attention was regained when McGonagall called the next name. "Draco Malfoy!"
Malfoy slowly walked up to the stool as if he had all the time in the world. I wished he would hurry up though. I was hungry. The Sorting Hat hadn't even touched his head when it exclaimed, "Slytherin!"

Ron leaned over and whispered, "There's not a bad witch or wizard that wasn't in Slytherin." Harry visibly tensed, while I did what I thought was right. I defended the Slytherins. "That doesn't mean they're all bad," I said.

Nobody could say anything else because McGonagall was still calling out names. "Ron Weasley," she said. Ron slowly walked up to the stool, and sat down as if his knees were going to give out. The hat was on his head for a few short moments before it yelled out, "Gryffindor!"

Then Harry's name was called. The Great Hall was filled with so many whispers, it was as if there were snakes hissing in unison. I lost interest, preoccupied by hunger. I watched Harry walk to the same table as Ron and Hermione and take a seat.

I was abruptly pulled from my thoughts as Professor McGonagall started talking again. I looked around and saw that I was the only one left. All eyes were on me. "Y/N Potter," the older witch called.

I slowly walked towards the stool, turned my body, and sat down. Professor McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat on my head, took a step back, and that was when I looked up. Hundreds of pairs of eyes were all gazing up at me. It was as if I was on trial for murder. Each stare was more scrutinizing than the last. Then I heard a voice.

Ah, yes. Another Potter child. Your parents were both Gryffindors, and they did quite well for themselves. This is a very difficult choice indeed. You would do wonders as a Slytherin, but I think your bravery and courage outshines all else. "Gryffindor!"

The Gryffindor table slowly erupted into clapping and cheering, Hermione being the start of it all. It seemed I had already made a friend. I knew one thing for sure: this was going to be interesting.

Woohoo! New chapter! Longest one yet, so it took a while to write. Hope you enjoy it, and thank you for reading. xx