The Boy Who Got Sorted Into Slytherin (Drarry)

An Official Snake

Draco POV

"Dean Thomas."

Names were being called. My name hadn't been called yet. Neither was Harry's, or Pansy's.

Hermione, though, had already been sorted. To everyone's surprise, she got into Slytherin. She said she was muggle-born, but my father had said that muggle-borns rarely got into Slytherin. So, of course, it came as the biggest shock to everyone.

"Ronald Weasley."

The daft redhead had already taken to taunting me, and we hadn't even got sorted. He had already said I had a bad attitude, he had made fun of Hermione's teeth before we made it to the hall, he had called Pansy an attention-seeking whore, which resulted in Harry and me pouncing on him, and he had called Pansy, Hermione and me the 'wrong sort'.

I was not liking Weasley, at all.

"Pansy Parkinson."

Pansy gave a quick squeal before jogging towards the stairs and sitting on the stool. After a few minutes of murmuring between them, the hat called out "Slytherin!"

That was two out of four friends getting into Slytherin. I didn't really mind getting into any house. As long as I still had my friends, I would be okay.

"Draco Malfoy."

Merlins beard. I was called. My hand slipped out of Harry's and I was immediately missing the softness of his palm. He gave me a quick smile before gesturing for me to get sorted. So I walked towards the stool with all my courage. My father tells me that even though it's okay to be soft, nice, and kind, without courage, all of that goes to waste. My father might give off a bad impression if you make him angry, but he truly is a good man.

So, I finally sat on the chair. The hat said nothing to me, but it was saying some things that were very audible to me. Saying how ambitious, cunning, loyal, trustworthy I was. Before I knew it, the hat was screaming "Slytherin!"

Half of my stress was relieved. The other half was still relying on Harry to get sorted.

I hoped he was going to join the three of us.

Harry POV

"Harry Potter."

The whole hall went silent. Of course. The savior of the wizarding world just HAD to be in a SPECIFIC house, didn't he? I heard people saying that I was going to get into Gryffindor. With Weasely? I think not.

I timidly made my way to the stool and the old, dusty hat and it was placed on my head.

Ah, Harry Potter. About time. You seem eager to get sorted.

Please, anything but Gryffindor. 

Don't be afraid, Harry. Yes, you must have heard that Gryffindor is full of bravery and courage and whatnot. But Gryffindor is also associated with betrayal. Just like the man who betrayed your parents. That man was your father's friend. He was a Gryffindor. But he wasn't loyal. I can see that you intend to be loyal to your friends, your aunt, your cousin.

"It better be Slytherin!"

My heart rate slowed as the hall was filled with an uproar of cheers from the table where my friends sat. 

As my tie turned green, I walked down to the table with caution and sat across Hermione and Pansy, beside Draco.

"Who knew that Golden Boy was a snake?" Pansy asked rhetorically.

I just replied with soft laughter which earned a prolonged stare from Draco.

Soon enough, the sorting was over and food appeared on the table. I had taken to annoying Draco and calling him Lucy, just to see how long before he snapped.