Slytherin

This year you transferred to Hogwarts because magic began to awaken and your parents became afraid of you.
You were already walking through the corridors of Hogwarts, lost in thought. You were well aware of the most important group of Slytherins at Hogwarts—Draco's group: himself, Pansy Parkinson, Theodore or Theo Nott, Blaise Zabini, Crabbe, and Goyle. They were quite a group, misbehaving, throwing parties, being rude, and all that, and no one would say anything to them, because if someone was Draco's friend, Draco would kill for them (and it's hard to be Draco's friend).
You walked into the Great Hall... all the students were already seated at their tables, and Professor Dumbledore called you over for the Sorting. You sat down on a chair, and before they could even properly place the Sorting Hat on you, it shouted, "Slytherin!" (That only happened with Draco's group). You got up from your chair and walked over to the Slytherin table. Hufflepuff and Gryffindor looked at me angrily, and Ravenclaw looked at me as if I were an ally.
Draco's company began to talk about me and looked at me, some with contempt, some with kindness, some with an invitation...

Pansy *: Who the hell is this girl? Why the hell is she in Slytherin?! Draco, kick her out!

• Blaise *: Calm down already. But I agree, she's kind of...poor

• Crabbe *: Another stupid Mudblood.

• Goyle *: How do they even get into Slytherin, we're supposed to have only the best

• Theo : Silently, listening to the conversation and looking at Draco *

• Draco : He looked in my direction, assessing my body, it's normal, but the girl is who knows...