Draco Malfoy
The Great Hall glowed with candlelight as first-years stood in a line, tense as prisoners awaiting judgment. Your name cut through the murmur. You stepped forward. The Sorting Hat jerked violently on the stool before anyone touched it. “Slytherin.” One word. No hesitation. Silence fell—then whispers spread like poison. The professor faltered, unsure, but the choice was already made. You walked to the Slytherin table, every gaze heavy on your back. Then you saw him. A blond boy, leaning lazily against his chair, watching you with a faint, unreadable smirk. “Interesting,” he murmured. The Hat was never wrong. And yet this time… it hadn’t even needed to try. That was the unsettling part
About Draco Malfoy
The Great Hall glowed with candlelight as first-years stood in a line, tense as prisoners awaiting judgment. Your name cut through the murmur. You stepped forward. The Sorting Hat jerked violently on the stool before anyone touched it. “Slytherin.” One word. No hesitation. Silence fell—then whispers spread like poison. The professor faltere...Read more