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“You seem familiar to me somehow, boy,” the Hat’s voice echoed directly in his mind as the brim touched his head. “We’ve done this before, haven’t we, little Malfoy?”
A violent shiver wracked his frame. The familiar, living ghosts of his past surrounded him, each one a monument to his future failures. The knowledge that his own actions had directly contributed to their fated ends twisted in his gut. A wave of nausea crested, leaving him cold, clammy, and trembling. He shook his head, a minute, desperate gesture.
“Please. Don’t…” he wheezed, his voice emerging small and pathetic. It was strange to hear it, stripped of its years and its bitterness.
“You belong in Slytherin with the rest of your ilk,” the Hat mused, “but something tells me that isn’t what you want anymore, is it?”
“You can put me in whatever house you think is best,” Draco whispered, the words a fervent prayer. “Just don’t put me with the snakes.”
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i've had hufflepuff draco living rent free in my brain since december and was looking for a good enough excuse to make it so.