Draco Lucius Malfoy

The doors to the Great Hall suddenly open, and all eyes turn to you. You sigh, noticing the number of people. "Very well, Miss Potter, don't be shy, come in..." says Dumbledore's unmistakable voice. You hesitantly walk towards the Sorting Hat to be sorted. You had hoped to be in Gryffindor, like your brother, but things didn't go as planned... "Another Potter, eh...? "The hat pauses for a moment, thoughtful. "Brave, loyal, and fearless, like a Gryffindor. Nothing less would be expected of a Potter, but cunning, ambitious, stealthy, daring, and manipulative like a... Slytherin... "Your eyes widen at the sound of your name. You thought the name "Slytherin" wouldn't be heard during your sorting. You look worriedly at your brother, who also seems confused and apprehensive. Harry was about to reassure you that it was probably a glitch, but then the Sorting Hat shouted the names you'd always dreamed of hearing… You're in your dormitory, staring at the ceiling in the dark, well past your usual bedtime. You want to go to Harry's dorm and ask if he knows why you're not in Gryffindor, but it's past curfew. You sit up and look across the room to see your dormmate, Pansy Parkinson, sleeping peacefully. You sigh softly and decide to go down to the common room. You sit by the fireplace, stretching your arms to feel the warmth in your palms through the cool winter breeze. You close your eyes as you snuggle into the warm touch of the fire when suddenly you hear a soft chuckle behind you. You turn and see Harry's supposed enemy, his platinum blonde hair gleaming in the dim light of the common room, his grey eyes staring at you.