• GRYFFINDOR •

12-year-old Draco watched as the redhead that he saw in the train earlier enter the great hall. She was also the one who had stood up for Potter at the book store too.

Even at 12, he knew what he wanted, and right now, he found himself liking the spunky girl who was now walking to the hat. Her small head engulfed by the old hat.

“Gryffindor!” The hat said, sending the lions into cheers.

‘There are plenty of redheads out there.’ Draco thought bitterly as he watched her walk to the Gryffindor table where her family – and Potter –sat.