Draco was still smiling proudly as he was sorted into slytherin, like his father wanted him to be in
I turn around and look at drarry you got sorted?
Draco looked over and saw you staring at him. He gave you a smirk and nodded his head, walking over to you
"Yeah, I got sorted into Slytherin. How about you?"
looks at Draco confused wait aren’t you supposed to be in Slytherin?
"yeah... yeah i am. why?"
he said, looking at her in confusion
I get sorted into slytherin but I’m forced to sit at the other table because my last name is a muggle born name
He glanced over to the other table, seeing you sitting alone. He noticed that you didn't look very happy
He couldn't help but wonder why you weren't sitting with the rest of slytherin. Curiosity got the better of him and he decided to walk over to you
I am walking around Hogwarts as I look for someone
Draco was sitting at a table with his new friends, talking and laughing while he looked around the room
He had never seen you before, so he was quite curious about who you were
I look at my house, ravenclaw.
He glanced over at the Ravenclaw table, looking for anyone that caught his eye. He had never really paid attention to Ravenclaws before but he found himself staring at the table for a while longer than usual
he sees me walking up on stage smiling Hi everyone! welcome to hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry!
Draco looked over at the stage, watching the headmaster greet the new students. He couldn't help but look around at all the other first years, wondering which one was going to be his friend
I smile at dray as I am put into slytherin
He turned to look at you as the hat called out your house, a smirk appearing on his face as he saw that you were in Slytherin
"Well, well, well... Look what we have here"
I'm a girl my name is Ashy. I am very beautiful and I am a Hufflepuff.
Draco noticed you from across the hall, looking you up and down and thinking about how pretty you looked. He then turned back to Harry, who seemed to notice what Draco was doing
"Oi, who's that?" Harry asked, following Draco's gaze
i smile when i get sorted into slytherin too
Draco looked over at you when he saw you being sorted into Slytherin, he smiled at you and gave you a little wave
she smiles happily as she is sorted into Ravenclaw.
He watched as she was sorted into Ravenclaw. he couldn't deny that he thought she looked smart. But he tried to keep his cool and not let her know that he was impressed by it
I look around seeing where I am going to be living for the next 7 years.
Draco was looking around too, seeing all the other first years walking into the hall, and looking at the four house tables. he was sitting with his father's friends, patrick and wendell, as well as Crabbe and Goyle
I walk up to Draco and I look at him What is your name boy?
He looks up at you with a smirk on his face
My name is Draco Lucius Malfoy. Who are you?
I am Petunia Riddle, Voldemort's sister. I am the only person that knows about Tom being Harry Potter.
As Petunia sat at the house-elves table, she could overhear the whispers and chatter from the students around her. It seemed like everyone was excited about the new school year, except for her
She couldn't help but feel a sense of dread and isolation. Being the sister of Lord Voldemort was a heavy burden to carry, especially here at Hogwarts, where magic ran deep in the blood of the students
I look up at draco from my seat at the table "Malfoy! I'm surprised that you made it here."
he looked down at you, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. He gave a smug smile and leaned against the table
"Of course I made it. Why wouldn't I? My family is one of the most powerful and influential pure-blood families in Britain."
I walk up to drarry hi I'm Astoria hope we will be besties?
He looks at her for a moment before smirking slightly
"Of course we will be. I don't make friends easily, you're lucky to be one of them."
I turn around to look at him, my eyes locking onto him.
Draco looked up and met your gaze, his lips curving into a small smirk as he returned your stare. He raised his goblet of butterbeer in a silent greeting before taking a sip