One shots- Harry Potter

Sorting hat

Obviously, this has no ship. But it's more of what the sorting hat should have said and been like.

"Hmm," said a small voice in his ear. "Difficult. Very difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind either. There's talent, A my goodness, yes -- and a nice thirst to prove yourself, now that's interesting.... So where shall I put you?"
Harry gripped the edges of the stool and thought, Not Slytherin, not Slytherin.
'Not Slytherin, eh?' said the small voice. 'Are you sure? You could be great, you know, it's all here in your head, and Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness, no doubt about that -- no? Well, if you're sure -- better be,

'SLYTHERIN!' Harry found himself glaring up at the hat upon his head. Once it was taken off, Harry looked toward Ron to see him glaring at Harry with pure hatred. Harry sighed and awkwardly made his way to the table through the silent hall. Harry approached Malfoy with his cheeks beaming red.

'Mind if I sit?' He asked.

'Can you still tell the wrong sort for yourself?' Malfoy smirked.

'Apparently not,' Harry mumbled.

'Then sure Potter, take a seat,' Malfoy grinned. Harry sat down and shifted slightly under the stares. 'Oh stop staring!' Malfoy snapped. Harry smiled thankfully at Draco.