The sorting hat says that I belong in Slytherinr!
Said Slytherin, "We'll teach just those whose ancestry is purest."
Slytherin students are typically cunning and hungry for power. Important members include Draco Malfoy (Harry's nemesis), Professor Severus Snape (head of Slytherin), and Lord Voldemort.
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“Sing in me muse, and through tell me a story!”
Opening line of epic poem “The Odyssey” by Homer
“Two houses, both a like in dignity… From ancient grudge break to new mutiny…” He lifted a finger and traced her cheekbone, a short burst of laughter resounding from his chest. “A rose by any other name would not smell as sweet.”
“Steal my soul away with a kiss,” he breathed, and slowly – tantalizingly – he leaned forward, lightly brushing his lips against hers.
His lips were still so close and but still refused to meet hers one more time. Almost as if he were… waiting? With a small smile, she whispered back, “Then have my lips the sin they have took.”
She heard a small laugh escape from him. “Then give me back my soul.”
“Yours is the face that launched a thousand ships and burnt the topless towers of Ilium.”
“ You drive me manic, you know… you’re my star, “ he said. “ You’re my manic star. “
The stars are in your eyes, I’d like to look at them forever” .
“ Please, “ Draco began, almost choking.
She shook her head and started walking again.
“ Take care of it?” Draco’s voice finally said, it sounded tired and defeated.
She looked at him. “ Take care of what? “ she asked.
“ My heart, I gave it to you freely- maybe you’ll love someone else later on- but- just- for now? Take care of it? It’s the last thing I was willing to give away, and I gave it up for you. “
Hermione felt her self-possession plummet to the cold ground. Her hands began to tremble again. And she no longer felt the biting air on her exposed flesh. All she saw was Draco and that narrow path that separated them from each other. She was too hurt. She knew it. She felt it, despite all the apologies, the words that could have melted any girl right then and there, the efforts, collaborations with her two best friends just to fix what had happened- it was all for her- but somehow, the pain lingered. She didn’t say anything. Instead she felt tears drop on her cheeks. They fell on the snow, they fell on her hand. She was falling for it all over again, wasn’t she?
“ Please- please don’t cry- “ Draco began, his voice sounding broken this time.
“ I- I can’t help it- “ she stammered. “ Excuse me. Please don’t follow me? “
And Draco stood there once more, watching her walk away with his heart. And somehow he knew- his heart felt broken, broken inside of her.-Manic Star by Perfect Circle