Draco began to walk towards the Sorting Hat, head held high with confidence. As he did so words started to float around in his head that weren't his own. It was the Sorting Hat's. /if it weren't for blood line... Griffindor...bravery...future.../ Draco sat on the stool and the hat said, in his mind, /oh well/ and shouted, "Slytherin!" _______ Just another Drarry❤(DracoxHarry)