Draco breaks out in cheers as I sit with a blank expression on my face. 'Slytherin?' I gulp. 'They'll kill me!' I slide off the stool and stumble towards Draco, who embraces me the moment I arrive at the table. The hat continues calling out houses,  but I zone out, oblivious to all that's around me.

I snap out of it when food appears in front of me, pile of different cuisine scattered along the table. That's when I notice the glares. Every Slytherin was glaring at me like I was the dirt of the dirt on their shoe. Pansy's glare was mocking and triumphant. 'Oh.' I spoon some beans onto my plate. 'I guess she told them I was a muggle-born.' Draco followed my example, forking a piece of tenderloin onto his.

Chatter raises from the other houses, but ours is silent, excepting the clinking of utensils against plates. It remains so until Dumbledore calls for the house to proceed to their dormitories. The two Slytherin prefects lead us to the dungeons beneath the Black Lake.

"This portrait is Salazar Slytherin and the password is Purity." The male prefect gestures. He turns to Salazar. "Purity."

The portrait swings open, allowing us to enter the Slytherin common room. The corridors were narrow, and stretched up high. Green banners with the house logo plastered the walls. Different shades of cushtioned green furniture with silver painted wood circled mahogany tables over dark green decorative carpets.

I shivered slightly at the chill in the common room, noticing the difference between common rooms.

While the Gryffindors' common room was warm and welcoming, Slytherins' was cold and formal.

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This will not be continuing. If anyone would like to pick this up instead, feel free.

To be honest, this was probably the one I liked the most. I might pick it up again because it was also written the most recently. Very likely as a rewrite if I actually do so however.