draco malfoy imagines

that twin. [31]

f l u f f

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    (Y/n) Weasely, a slytherin. Caught you off guard didn't it? A Weasely, in slytherin? It was shocking, completely jaw-dropping. A simple girl who's family is known for their humble ways, in a house with rich, spoiled, privileged kids?

It was a mind twister of how she was going to survive.

You always cursed that stupid, old hat that once sat upon your clueless head. As soon as the hat touched your head, you were completely nervous, you still remember it vividly.

REWIND!

You sat meekly next to your twin brother, Ron Weasely, and also next to your new friend, Harry Potter. When Ron's name got called up, you immediately felt nervous for him. He was about to be sorted into a house.

"Good luck, ugly" You smiled as you pat his shoulder.

"Thanks, stinky" Ron muttered nervously, causing you to laugh quietly. He walked up to the sorting hat, he was deemed Gryffindor.

You smiled, all your siblings were sorted into Gryffindor, so you thought you were going to be sorted into the same house as well.

"(Y/n) Weasely" Professor Mcgonagall said from the list. Your knees felt like jello and you gulped nervously.

Ron smiled at you with a thumbs up. You grin and shuffle your feet to the front.

You sat on the stool and waited timidly. The heavy hat sat on your head and came to life.

"Ah! Another one!? they just keep making more..." The hat said in a  surprised tone, your cheeks flushed redder than your hair.

"Hmmm, you're very, very different, I like it" The hat mumbled still deciding. You gulped, you were shaking. You looked at your older brothers in worry, they were very concerned and they looked at you intently.

Fred and George were mumbling, a look of worry struck against their face. Percy was already thinking wrong, giving you a slight scowl. Ron was purely confused, wondering what was taking so long.

"You have a deep urge to lead, to pursue against your family... but you aren't cowardice that's for sure, you're very brave, bold even" The hat mumbled, shaking you back to reality.

"Mischievous little child..." It said once more, making you a little mad.

"Just spit it out, you wanker" You huffed out, catching surprised glances and speechless mouths.

"Ah, you just sorted yourself, child"

oh no.