"Welcome to Hogwarts!" A tall, bearded man guffawed. "First years this way!"

"Hagrid!" Harry rushed forwards toward the half-giant, eyes shining. Hagrid received him with a hug.

"Wait Harry!" Ron called from behind him. "Slow down!"

Draco snickered at the sight of the red haired boy running, arms laden with sweets of all kinds. I smacked him arm lightly and he laughed again. I gave him a mock scowl as he gave me a cheeky grin before racing after the disappearing crowd of first years.

"You little-!" I chased after him, the corridors flashing by. The mob suddenly stopped in front of me, allowing me to tackle Draco to the ground. I could see Pansy frown as Draco and I sat up from our spot on the ground laughing.

"Get off him your filthy witch!" She hissed, pulling Draco by the arm.

I give her a look over, as if I were judging her. "Witch?" I grin gleefully, almost sinisterly. "I'm a muggle-born. A Mudblood if you will." Draco stares at me in shock and even slight sadness while Pansy scrunches her nose at me.

"I didn't know Mudblood even knew the word."

"Maybe I'm just that knowledgeable."

"Maybe you've been called it before."

"Do you think you'll be in Ravenclaw?" Draco leaps into the conversation, interrupting our banter. Pansy glares at him as we begin moving again.

Sending him a grateful look, I respond, "No. I expect I might be in Gryffindor; however, Slytherin is nice as well." Draco beams at that while Pansy groans. "I bet you that Harry Potter will be in Gryffindor."

"How much?" Pansy smirks, "You probably can't afford to bet."

"200 galleons." I smirk right back at her, "I'll manage."

"I'll add on that, 250." Draco adds.

Pansy smiles at Draco. "Don't bother Drakey, we'll be sharing vaults by graduation. I'll get the money then."

He mock-retches as I sympathetically pat his back before we enter the Great Hall.

A loud voice could be heard even through the chatter of disobedient students.

"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,

But don't judge on what you see,

I'll eat myself if you can find

A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black,

Your tops hats sleek and tall

For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat

And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head

The Sorting Hat can't see,

So try me on and I will tell you

Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,

Where dwell brave of heart,

Their daring, nerve, and chivalry

Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff,

Where they are just and loyal,

Those patient Hufflepuffs are true

And unafraid of toil;

Or yet wise old Ravenclaw,

If you've a ready mind,

Where those of wit and learning,

Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin

You'll make your real friends,

Those cunning folk use any means

To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!

And you won't get in a flap!

You're safe in my hands(though I have none)

For I'm a Thinking Cap!" (Credits to J.K. Rowling)

The four houses applauded the hat, as we stood in the center of the hall.

Professor Dumbledore called out the names of people to put on the Sorting Hat.

(Only people I know (and care about) will be called out.)

"Blaine Zabini!" Dumbledore read off of the list.

"HUFFLEPUFF!" The hat shouted.

"Cho Chang!" 

"RAVENCLAW!"

"Dean Thomas!"

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"Draco Malfoy!"

The hat didn't even need to touch his head once he sat down. "SLYTHERIN!" Draco didn't look ecstatic about it though. He returned to standing besides me.

"Harry Potter!" The room fell silent for the Boy-who-lived. The hat frowned, as if it were contemplation his choices. Harry's face was contorted as he muttered something under his breath.

"GRYFFINDOR!" Pansy groaned as she passed Draco 450 galleons, explaining that 'she wouldn't want to touch a Mudblood...' Draco passes me 50% of our combined winnings. I stare at him and he grinned before walking to the Slytherin table where he was received warmly.

"Hermione Granger!" I walk up to the hat, already knowing where I would be sitting, no matter how disappointed both Draco and I would be.

'Why hello again Ms. Granger.'

'Hello Sorting Hat.'

"What's going on?"

'I know that you might not understand my choice, but they need you.'

"Why is it taking so long?"

I thought of Harry and Ron. 'I understand.'

'Great. Good luck.' The hat then cries, "SLYTHERIN!"

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'WAIT WHAT?!'

Author's note: So those were the first two chapters. As you can tell, several things have been changed in this alternate universe, so just bare with me, everything will make sense eventually.

If some of you haven't noticed, Hermione is acting somewhat strange. Why do you think that is?

Draco is not entirely the pompous prat we know him to be either. Comment why you think this is. Closest person gets a shout-out at the end of the chapter its in.

Plus, HERMIONE IS IN SLYTHERIN! Comment how you think this will affect her.

By the way, in the conversation above where the Sorting Hat and Hermione are talking, the italicized text are other students whispering.