What is right and what is easy (Book 1) [A Draco Malfoy Love Story]

The tournament

"Do you know who it is?" I asked Draco, my voice lacking emotion.

"Why would I tell you, Potter?" He chuckled slightly.

"You claim your father is so high up in the ministry, yet he doesn't know?" I scoffed mockingly... If he can treat me badly, I'll do the same.

"You dare to question my father do you, potter?" His glare cold "well... At least my father isn't dead!"

His words stung like a slap across my face and I swear some tears threatened to spill out my eyes. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't miss my parents. It always hurts. Last year I found out my patronus was a doe... Like my mums. I tore my gaze away from his and fiddled with my hands.

I scanned the table more carefully. Tiny little professor Flitwick, the charms teacher. professor sprout, the herbology teacher. Professor sinistra, Astronomy teacher. My favourite teacher of all, the sallow-faced, hook-nosed, greasy-haired potions master snape. We got along very well. However, I couldn't say the same for my brother. Harry's loathing of snape was matched only by Snape's hatred for him, a hatred which had, if possible, intensified last year, when We had helped Sirius escape right under Snape's nose.

I glanced up at the ceiling. It was enchanted to look like the nights sky outside, and I have never seen it look this stormy. Black and purple clouds were swirling across it, and as another thunderclap sounded outside, a fork of lightning flashed across it.

Professor Mcgonnagall now placed a three legged stool on the ground before the new first years and, on top of it was an extremely old, dirty, patched wizards hat. The first years stared at it. So did everyone else. For a moment there was silence. Then a tear near the brim opened wide like a mouth, and the hat broke into song:

"A thousand years or more ago,
When I was newly sewn,
There lived four wizards of renown,
Whose names are still well known:
Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor,
Fair Ravenclaw, from glen,
Sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad,
Shrewd Slytherin, from fen.
They shared a wish, a hope, a dream,
They hatched a daring plan
To educate young sorcerers
Thus Hogwarts school began.
Now each of these four founders
Formed their own house, for each
Did value different virtues
In ones they had to teach.
By Gryffindor, the bravest were
Prized far beyond the rest,
For Ravenclaw, the cleverest
Would always be the best;
For Hufflepuff, hard workers were
Most worthy of admission;
And power-hungry Slytherin
Loved those of great ambition.
While still alive they did divide
Their favourites from the throng,
Yet how to pick the worthy ones
When they were dead and gone?
'Twas Gryffindor who found the way
And whipped me off his head
The founders put some brains in me
So I could chose instead!
Now slip me snug about your ears,
I've never yet been wrong,
I'll have a look inside your mind
And tell you where you belong!"

The great hall rang with applause as the sorting hat finished. Professor Dumbledore had got to his feet. He was smiling around at the students, his arms opened wide in welcome.

"I have only two words to say to you" he told us, his voice echoing around the hall "tuck in"

The food appeared on the plates and everyone tucked in "that's better!" Said Goyle, his mouth full of mouth, I shot him a dirty look and told him not to eat with his mouth full.

"You're lucky there's a feast at all tonight you know" said the bloody baron "peeves wanted to join the feast, the usual argument. You know what he's like, can't look at a plate of food without throwing it. We held a ghost council- the fat friar was all for giving him the chance - but I put my foot down"