Admiring the Stars | D. Malfoy
Once the train stops, you get off at Hogsmeade station and look at all of the new faces that will be joining you for the next seven years at Hogwarts.
As you continued glancing from face to face, you spot that familiar head of platinum blond hair again. The same one you saw in the train station, 'Huh, there they are again.'
Ron suddenly pulled you out of your thoughts by tugging on your sleeve and herding you towards where Harry is standing not too far away, "Come on, Y/n, if you keep getting distracted you're going to end up getting left behind."
You gave him a slight laugh and followed anyway, knowing that out of everyone here, Ron would most likely be the one getting distracted.
As Ron continues guiding you through the sea of people, you notice that Harry was talking to a giant man whose hair could rival a lion's mane.
"Right, then! First years! This way, please! Come on, now, don't be shy! Come on now, hurry up!" The man yells out.
All the first years in the crowd of students filter away from the others and make their way towards the large man. Again, Harry continues to talk to the large man, and you can't seem but wonder how he knows the giant.
You make your way to the docks where many boats are stationed. You look across the vast lake, and your eyes trail up the beautiful castle of Hogwarts. You can't help but admire the architecture of the citadel. The castle stood as if it were conjured straight out of someone's imagination.
You break out of your trance and walk towards Ron's boat until you get close enough to see that it's already full.
You scoff to yourself and look around for a different boat to ride in, 'I can't believe he would just leave me for a random boy he just met.'
Suddenly you hear a voice call your name, and you look across the docks to Hermione waving you over. You jog over as fast as your robes would let you without tripping and hop into her boat.
As soon as you jump in, you and Hermione begin your journey across the lake and towards the mesmerizing castle that will be your home for the next seven years.
"Hey, Y/n?" Hermione starts.
You don't break your gaze from the castle as you reply to her, "Yeah?"
"What house do you think you want to be in?"
Once you hear her question, you look away from the beautiful castle and towards the bushy-haired girl in front of you, "Oh, well my Mum was a Hufflepuff, so I hope to be in that house. But I'm fine with any other."
To this, she smiles and says, "I'm not quite sure which house I want to be in, however, I'm fine with whatever choice the hat makes for me."
You smile at her answer, finally happy to find someone with no discernible bias, and stare back at the castle. The ashlar was reflected in the lake, drum towers were scattered across the grounds, connected to walls or nothing at all, and you couldn't wait to see what the bailey looked like within.
Once you dismounted from the wooden boat, you say bye to Hermione and walk to where Ron was standing, still talking to Harry, of course.
"Ronald Weasley, how dare you leave me alone like that." You say lowly as to not make a scene. Your face was of fake anger since you weren't that angry, to begin with. You just wanted to get under Ron's skin a little.
"I'm sorry Y/n! I got so caught up in talking to Harry that I didn't even notice I left you behind!"
'Wow, what a blow to my ego.' You thought to yourself, "It's alright Ron, I forgive you."
You look back up to the castle, still mesmerized by the pure architecture, "Wow, I've only ever heard Mum talk about the castle when she rants about her school days to me and Will."
"Yeah, same here." Ron replies.
Soon enough, the giant man, whom you overheard from Harry was called Hagrid, called for all of the first years to make their way inside the castle.
As you made your way up a massive staircase, which you assumed led towards the Great Hall, all of the first years were stopped just before they reached the top. You see who you presume to be a teacher with a witch hat on a higher level, tapping her fingers on the stone railing.
"Welcome to Hogwarts. Now, in a few moments, you will pass through these doors and join your classmates. But before you can take your seats, you must be sorted into your houses. There are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Now while you're here, your house will be like your family. Your triumph will earn you house points. Any rule breaking, and you will lose points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup."
As the professor finished her speech, you see a boy with a round face jump out towards the professor and catch his toad.
"Trevor!" The boy shouts.
You look at him for a moment and realize that this must be the same boy from the train who lost his toad. 'What did Hermione say his name was? Something that started with an N.... Neville! That's what he was called.'
You look back up to see the professor staring down at Neville in utter disappointment as he backed away, clearly embarrassed and apologized.
The professor looks back to all of the first years and makes her final statement, "The sorting ceremony will begin momentarily."
She takes one last glance at all of the new faces and walks away in the large doors that led to the Great Hall.
"It's true then, what they're saying on the train." A boy's voice says. You try to look around Ron, but standing a step below him made it hard to see.
'Another Harry Potter fan boy? Too bad Ron's enormous head is in the way, I can't see anything.' You think to yourself as you continue listening to the exchange in front of you.
"Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts. This is Crabbe and Goyle. And I'm Malfoy... Draco Malfoy." The boy introduces himself and apparently his friends that are standing near.
You see Ron snicker in front of you at the name, "Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask yours. Red hair, and a hand-me-down robe? You must be a Weasley. Well, soon find that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. Don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there."
Once you heard this, you couldn't help but feel the anger bubble up in you. You don't want to say anything, but you stand on your tippy-toes to see who was talking trash about your friend.
You weren't expecting to spot the familiar head of platinum blond hair that you kept seeing since station 9 3/4. 'Come on Harry, I don't particularly like you but don't accept his friendship.'
You nod in approval at Harry's rejection, 'Maybe you aren't as dumb as I gave you credit for. You still wouldn't be able to get into Ravenclaw, though.'
Draco scowls at Harry and looks back to Ron for a second, making accidental eye contact with you over Ron's shoulder.
'He's kind of pretty, not the with slicked back hair, but too bad his personality is absolute garbage.' You think to yourself.
Draco just looks at you, confused with some disgust in his eyes before being tapped on the shoulder by the professor from before. He leaves with one last glare at Harry before the professor announces to the first years that the hat is ready.
The large doors of the Great Hall swing open, letting in all of the first years. You look to the four tables surrounding you, two to each side, as you walk down the center aisle. You notice banners hanging above each, representing which house they belong to and windows at the end of the hall stretching from floor to ceiling.
You think you hear Hermione talking about the ceiling, so you look up and stare at the beautifully bewitched ceiling, seemingly unable to take your eyes off of the stars and galaxies that make up the ceiling.
You stop walking at the end of the aisle and wait to hear your name get called for sorting. Saying that you're nervous would be an understatement; whatever this magic hat says will determine how your life will be for the next seven years.
You continue to wait for your name to be called even after Harry, Hermione, and Ron are sorted into Gryffindor.
After even more students are sorted, you begin to get annoyed at how long this is taking, 'Can't sorting go any faster? This is taking an awfully long time.'
Just as that thought passes your mind, you hear your name called, and you walk up to the stool that sits the sorting hat. As you pass the students lining the tables to the very end, you see Ron and Hermione give you hopeful looks. They obviously wish for you to join them at their table after your sorting. You give them a small smile as you feel the hat placed upon your head.
"Hmmm... you would be a great Slytherin... but you're smart enough to be a Ravenclaw." You hear the hat mumble.
You notice nothing was said about Hufflepuff and briefly wondered why.
"Well you definitely do not have enough patience to be a Hufflepuff." The hat responded to your thoughts and continued to grumble on about Ravenclaw and Slytherin.
Happy that the hat didn't just say you were mean. You are a little upset that you won't get placed in your mother's house. However, you don't mind since this will be a different experience you could tell your family about through the many letters you will be sending home.
"I know exactly where to put you now...." The hat grumbles one more time before announcing to the entire hall what house you will be placed in.
You hear one of the tables, which you assume to be the Slytherin table, clapping and congratulating you. As the hat is gently lifted off of your head, you look at the Gryffindor table once more, seeing Hermione with a smile on her face. You smile back before your gaze moves to Ron.
He seemed to be disgusted? Ron's eyebrows were furrowed, and a slight scowl sat on his face as he turned away. You continued walking to the Slytherin table, slightly upset that he's making such a face at you.
'Whatever, Ron will get over it in due time. I was friends with him before I was sorted, so why does that change our friendship now?' You thought to yourself.
You sat down with the other Slytherins, who were now paying attention to the following first year getting sorted.