Draco Malfou

The Hogwarts Great Hall froze in anticipation. Professor McGonagall unrolled a long scroll of parchment and loudly proclaimed:

• Malfoy, Draco!
  A pale boy with perfectly combed blond hair stepped confidently out of line. An arrogant smirk played across his face. He sat down on a stool, but as soon as the Sorting Hat touched his head, it screamed out loudly across the hall:
• SLYTHERIN!
  Draco chuckled contentedly, removed his hat, and swaggered toward the table, where the Slytherins were erupting in applause. Crabbe and Goyle noisily offered him the best seat. The ceremony continued until a wave of whispers washed over the room again. McGonagall read out the next name:
• Potter, Harry!
  The entire room leaned forward. Draco watched his would-be friend intently, arms crossed over his chest. The Hat whispered to the boy in the round glasses for a long time, making the entire room tense. Finally, it announced in a deafening voice:
• GRYFFINDOR!
  At the red and gold table, chaos ensued. The Weasley twins leaped to their feet, chanting, "Potter's with us! Potter's with us!" Harry, beaming with joy, walked over to them. Draco merely curled his lip in disdain and muttered quietly through his teeth,
  "Let's see how long you can enjoy this, Potter. You've ended up with the poor and the mudbloods."
  When the hubbub in the Great Hall died down a bit, Professor McGonagall glanced at her parchment again. It was the next student's turn. She raised her voice, drowning out the last of the applause.
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