The Sorting

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Draco POV
Earlier that morning

"What if I don't get sorted into Slytherin?" Draco asked his father.

"Well, Draco, you definitely would not like the consequences; however, you are a Malfoy and Malfoys are always Slytherins because we are pure bloods," Lucius replied.

The Sorting
That memory was running through Draco's head as he watched other first years being sorted.  He was unsurprised when Crabbe and Goyle were sorted into Slytherin, their parents were friends with his parents.

"Malfoy, Draco!" Professor McGonagall called.

Shoot, he thought, it's the time of reckoning.

He walked up to the stool and sat down as she placed the Sorting Hat on his head.

Hmmmm, what do we have here? A Malfoy I see but not the usual kind I see, perhaps you belong in a house other than Slytherin...

No, please! My father... he'd be upset.

Don't let your father determine who you are. I see great things for you I'm another house.

No...

Draco didn't have the chance to think anything else because the hat suddenly shouted, "GRYFFINDOR!"

The entire Great Hall was silent. Clearly Draco hadn't been the only one expecting him to be in Slytherin. Slowly he walked down to the Gryffindor table the trim of his robes turning a dark red. He sat down next to a first year girl with bushy brown hair and brown eyes.

She smiled warmly at him, "Hi, I'm glad you're in Gryffindor, it's Draco right? I'm Hermione Granger."

"Nice to meet you," he gave a small smile and then tried to make him self as small as possible.

He watched as Harry Potter and Ron Weasley were both sorted into Gryffindor as well and sat down next to him.

"Can you forgive me for earlier?" Draco asked Harry and Ron hesitantly

Ron looked like he was about to say something but Harry cut in, "yes I guess we can," he said with a small smile.

Well what would his father say about this, he Draco Malfoy, sitting at the Gryffindor table talking to Boy Who Defeated the Dark Lord and a member of one of the biggest blood traitor families there was.

He wondered what his father's consequences would be.

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