Another Draco Malfoy fan fic

Sorting

I'm Ash Silvers and I'm currently waiting to get sorted by an old wizard hat. I don't come from a long line of anything so I'm not particularly sure which house I'll get. I'm hoping for Slytherin because I think I'm friends with a slytherin. His name was Drake Mothboy I think. I caught him staring at a boy with glasses and scar while I was walking around the train, I ship them. Anyways I struck up a conversation with him, and he said something about how he would have never have guessed I was a pure blood because of my "muggle aura". I don't know what that means, but I guess he's good with astrology and spiritual stuff. I will definitely be cheating off of him.

"Ash Silvers"

I walk up to the chair and professor McGonagall places the hat on me. All I can think about is the amount of lice probably in that hat.

"Oi, if you think like that I have half a mind to put you in the dungeon" the sorting hat says, not aloud though.

I jump a little and think "I guess that's okay I heard that's wear the Slytherin common room is, I'd like to be a Slytherin."

"Hmm, interesting. Yes I see," The sorting hat says.

This time however the sorting hat says it out loud and before I can stop myself I say "Yes, I'm sure you do. Hurry it along now licey," back to it.

Most of the great hall is looking at me now but I do hear a few comforting chuckles here and there. After the first few seconds of laughter and maybe shock it's completely silent. The silence is deafening and I wish someone would blurt something out. I swear a year has passed, before one of the professors break the tension. I don't know what they said. I don't even know what the sorting hat is saying to me and it's telepathically communicating with me. Honestly moldy voldy could really help a girl out right now. I even heard Harry Potter is in my year, like can he please Avada Kedavra me. I think the sorting hat is still talking to me but I don't really care, I do wonder how this will affect my house. What if I started calling the hat names, there's so many offensive things I can call it, and so much time to say them all.

"Slytherclaw!" It yells

I suppose it didn't want me to make fun of it. Even so Slytherclaw doesn't even exist. I wonder where I'll be sleeping, my mother was a Gryffindor so I know where their common room is, but I can't remember. I really need to learn a memory spell but I keep forgetting to learn it. My dad was a Slytherin so I know that they're in the dungeon. My brother was a Ravenclaw but he never made it out of Hogwarts to tell me where the common room was. Both of my grandparents were Hufflepuffs so I also know that they are by the kitchen. Since they were all in different houses they really explored and shared everything they found in Hogwarts with us. The only thing they told me that will be useful is the room of requirements but I like knowing things that some professors don't.

Professor McGonagall takes the scoring hat off me, but by the look on her face I can tell she wants me to put it back on and get a real house. I get up and look around to scope out where I should stand. I decide that I should just head to the space in between the two tables since they are next to each other. Everyone is really surprised and instead of Slytherin or Ravenclaw cheering everything is silent, but I can hear a second year Ravenclaw whisper something along the lines of "Ew, it's not like we wanted her anyway."

Of course I couldn't let that slide so I shove another first year boy out of the way and stare at the Ravenclaw girl for a while. I just had to make sure that everyone knew that I was calling her out so I point to her say "This one's for you, you ugly ogre looking witch" as I put the sorting hat back on.

With every bone in my body and every amount of will power I have. I silently shriek "put me in Ravenclaw" it was really strange because even though I didn't actually scream my vocal cords hurt and I felt queazy.

"Ahh, my mistake I see she is a Ravenclaw through and through," Mr. sorting hat says.

I take off the hat and put it back onto the first year somewhat forcefully and walk to the Ravenclaw table. I can hear everyone talking about how I'm another stuck up pure blood and that I belong with the snakes. I also hear how traumatized poor little Cho Chang must be about this whole experience. I don't get it she's one year older than me and acting like I just stepped on her favorite cousin. At least now I know that Cho Chang was the girl who insulted me. That and that I will give her a real reason to hate me now.

"I think it's quite brave what you did up there, sort of like the (magical animal fact that has something to do with being brave and witty)" a first year Ravenclaw says to me.

"Umm thanks but I don't think I got your name. I'm Ash Silvers" I say

"I'm Luna," she says with a dreamy voice and a dazed look on her face.

She's looking somewhere, I don't really know where but I do know that we will be friends.

"Let's be friends," I say.

"Alright," Luna says smiling

That was too easy, I was really hoping for something more challenging.

"Draco Malfoy"

Him, he's the one I met on the train. He looks a lot more mean right now. Perhaps he's just not as happy when he's not staring at that boy on the train. Never mind, he is staring at him.

"Slytherin"

Wow that was quick, it didn't even touch his head. I wish mine was that quick. The Slytherin table explodes with cheers and applause. I don't get it, did he pay them to do that, he did tell me he was rich. I wonder what color the walls will be in my room. What? Oh right, how am I going to congratulate Malfoy. Doesn't matter, I think we're already friends.

"Congrats, Malfoy" I say.

He doesn't say anything back. I guess that's okay. I didn't want to be his friend anyway. What's happening now? I don't know, let's follow Luna.

  

If your reading this thank you it'll get better but I'm trying to introduce a few characters and let her develop friendships before jumping into her being madly in love with Draco. But umm please keep reading and don't leave. If you guys have any suggestions or want me to post weekly or daily please comment and I will make it happen. But please don't be mean I'm already depressed enough.
I do not own the Harry Potter series and am not claiming I do. J.K. Rowling does and I don't. Even though Hermione and  Dobby obviously wrote them I credit This to Ms. J.K. I don't own anything not the setting or most of the characters. I also know my writing is bad and confusing but you get the drift of things. I'm writing from the POV of a confused first year, if you really hate my writing though, you could always volunteer to become a FREE editor.