His Savior

Chapter 7. Year 4. Amely

"Woah" I say breathlessly at the sight of my new school. 

'School' isn't something i'd call it. It's a castle. Plain and simple. A castle. My God...

"Miss Potter?" I hear once we enter. Being so caught up in the art work and the sculpting of the castle I didn't comprehend that I was Miss Potter. 

"Amely. McGonagall is calling you" Harry says with a nudge. "Over there" he points before walking off with the crowd, leaving me alone with this McGonagall person. 

I look over to see an old wrinkled lady in a sharp hat with a face that reminds me of right after someone eats something sour. Like a lemon. Lemon Face walks over to me and looks me up and down. Not in a sexual way like the boys here have been doing, but in a professional manner. Like right after you hand in your resume. 

"Miss Potter. I am Professor McGonagall. As you are coming in during your fourth year, you will have to go through the sorting hat with the first years" Lemon Face- er Professor McGonagall says.

"Umm. What's a sorting hat?" I ask as I follow her to where quite a few eleven year old's stand awkwardly. 

"It decides where best to place you" she says. "Right this way students. Now when we enter you will stand quietly until your name is called. Then you will walk up to the stool and the sorting hat will be placed on your head. Once you have been sorted you must head to that table" she says before walking in through the giant double doors. 

The first years give me a few strange looks as we walk in but they soon vanish as we see the giant room. 

The ceiling is of the night sky, and i'm proud to say I could recognize almost all the constellations. There were four giant tables with empty platters running along it. 

"If we missed the food i'm gonna be so pissed" I grumble to myself, which makes a few first years giggle. Above us are a million floating candles all flickering giving the room a mysterious look to it. 

We get to the front of the room and there is a grand podium with a golden owl attached to it. In front of it is a stool with a worn brown hat on it. 

They start listing off names and I find that the hat talks. Creepy much? I wonder if the hat has been on Hot Boy's head...

"AMELY POTTER" they yell. I walk over to the hat and sit down. I flinch as they put the hat on my head. I hope this doesn't mess up my hair.

"Don't worry, it won't" the hat laughs at my thought. "And you might want to know they've been calling your name for the past minute before you snapped out of your little day dream. And who might you been day dreaming about eh?" he asks. Oh shit. 

"Mister Malfoy huh?" he teases. 

"Shut the fuck up" I say through gritted teeth. 

"Quite the mouth on this one. Clearly not like her dear brother" he says with a slight chuckle.

"Shut up and place me in Gryffindor would you?" I ask annoyed. 

"Now, why would you want to go to Gryffindor?" he ask. 

"Because that's where everyone is telling me and expecting me to go?" I say, well more like ask. 

"And when have you ever done either of those things?" he asks. "SLYTHERIN!" he yells much to my astonishment. "Your welcome" he whispers coyly. 

"Fucking hat" I say when I sit at the Slytherin table. 

"Hey! I'm Amanda! Amanda Perish!" a dark skinned girl says while reaching her hand out to shake. I stick it out to shake quickly. "Uh. What's your name?" she asks when I don't answer. 

"The hat already said it" I say before placing my head in my crossed arms. I'm not in the mood for people. After a minute I fade into a dreamless sleep. 

Draco.

I discretely look around for her when we make it into the dining hall. I can't find her. 

"Mate she's probably being sorted" Blaise says across from me. 

"Who is?" Crabbe asks from where he and Goyle are shoving candy from the trolley down their fat throats. 

"No one" I snap as I glare at Zabini. He lets out a soft chuckle. He's enjoying this too much. "Thought you'd already eat all the candy you got off the trolley?" I ask them as I change the subject. Thankfully they have the same memory capacity as a gold fish. 

"Stole 'em from Weasleys bag" Goyle replies as he stabs a chocolate frog with his fork. It squirms for a minute before dying. We look over as the giant doors open. 

I instantly spot female Potter. She seems fascinated with the dining hall. Soon she says something under her breath, causing some first years to laugh. A soft smile sets on her beautiful lips. I should have caused that smile. 

No, Malfoy shut up. You don't like her. She's Potters sister. She's demonic. Just like him. 

They start the sorting and they finally get to her. 

"Potter, Amely" McGonagall says loudly. I loo at female Potter, Amely, and she doesn't move. Doesn't seem to even notice they said her name. Amely. 

"Potter, Amely" she says again, looking very annoyed. Still no response. "Miss Amely Potter" she says as her patience runs dry. 

"AMELY POTTER" she finally yells as her face turns a shade close to purple. Amely finally snaps out of it and walks to the hat. She sits on the stool and her legs subconsciously wrap themselves around the legs of the chair. This should not be a turn on.

They exchange some words with each other and the hat looks content. Unlike the girl who is beneath it. She should only be beneath me. 

Oh my God what am I thinking? Fuck this girl is going to be the death of me. I can't wait till she's sorted into Gryffindor and I can forget all about- 

"SLYTHERIN!" it yells as her face flushes with anger. God I love it. She stomps over to the table and sits across from Perish. They shake hands before she slumps her head in her arms and nods off to sleep. 

A part of me wishes she sat by me, another part wishes to never had met her.