Mine? || Draco malfoy fanfic

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Talking back

"We only have three classes together" Daphnes disappointment was all over the place.

"And I thought the year couldn't get any worse" I whined
"Only potions, dada and care of magical creatures"

"You're both being dramatic it's not so bad I mean three classes? Come on" Ron had fallen in complete utter boredom by our conversation.

"Well last year we had almost all of our classes, i am spoiled now, I want my friends with me" Daphne retorted defensively as she pushed her raven hair out of her face.

"You're not the one to talk Ronald, you Harry and Hermione have all of your classes together, you always had" this came out a bit more abrupt that I'd have preferred.

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today" Fred mocked.

I rolled my eyes to the ginger boy, taking a good look at the great hall.

The Gryffindor table was filled with students from all houses. Daphne had joined me at the table as well. Although a Slytherin, she was liked by most of the Gryffindors.

How could she not be, she was kind and she was the living proof that the stereotypes that came with the Slytherin colors were just fault.

Harry had never liked many of the slytherins, he didn't have a single good memory about Slytherins, not that he knew a lot of them anyway.

I don't quite understand the rivalry between the Gryffindors and the Slytherins, I think no one really did. Actually I didn't really think that there was a rivalry between the houses, just our years were a little too hostile towards each other.

From his first day at Hogwarts, Harry had made the impression that Slytherins were bad, bad people. I remembered him shaking at the sound of the hat when it bellowed the word 'Slytherin'.

Ron had convinced both of us earlier that Slytherin was the 'bad' house, that all the faulty wizards had been sorted into Slytherin and that the best house was Gryffindor.

At first I quite believed it, that was until I heard the hat shouting 'Slytherin' while it was on Daphnes head. I didn't know her that well back then, I'll admit, but she was a kind person and her smile was a spark of hope and joy.

I also remembered my first day at Hogwarts. I remembered Draco, I remember hermione bursting into mine's, Aurora'a and Daphne's corridor. I remembered Hagrid's smile when the first years (us) arrived, I had high hopes for this place and I still do.

I will never forget the sorting ceremony, I will never forget the hat's indecisiveness about what house it should have sorted me into.

You're quite fitted for each and every one of the house so I'll let you choose!

That's what the hat had said to me. I didn't know what to do, the looks on people's faces waiting impatiently the hat's choice- but little did they know that it was my choice. I was lucky enough to be given the choice, so I chose Gryffindor.

I decided to be sorted into the same house as my brother, that's what I wanted at that time. But now I regret my decision. I now understand what the hat meant when he advised me

Chose wisely, once sorted, you cannot change. You'll always belong to all the houses but you will never be able to change you house.
Everybody will know you as a Gryffindor
You have to chose wisely,
A decision you have to make with both,
Mind and heart
Don't disappoint yourself Avelline potter.

These words would often play again in my head. At that time didn't understand what the hat meant by saying 'don't disappoint yourself Avelline potter' but apparently I was soon to find out.