Please, Draco?

I walked into the Great Hall hesitantly. All eyes were on me, the new girl. I was starting at the beginning of a new year, and I knew I had no chance of making friends. You see, I had to start in the seventh year at Hogwarts and I knew everyone would already be in their friend groups - I had no chance.
I was transferring over to Hogwarts from Beuxbatons because my parents died while we lived over in France; and my only other living relatives were here in England, so they packed me off to Hogwarts without a second thought. I had no time to grieve, or feel pain - I was just whirled off to a new school. They even made me miss the funeral..

"Nimue Dystopia!" The headmaster's voice boomed across the hall, shaking me from my trail of thoughts. "Please come and sit down, we shall begin this years sorting with you."
As I stumbled quickly past all the tables, trying not to catch anyone's eye, I heard whispers from all the students. They were glaring at me, I could feel their eyes taking in every aspect of my small, pale figure.
"She'll be a Slytherin, I'm sure." I heard one boy whisper disgustedly.
"Oh my god, she's so pale!" Another girl said, not as quiet as she thought she was.
I clenched my fists and tried to stop the tears of anxiety from flooding down my face. Why did I have to start in the middle of the year? I wanted to be back at Beuxbatons with my best friend, not walking down the middle of a cold, stone hall being stared at by hundreds of people I didn't know.
Finally, I reached the headmaster and took a seat on the mahogany stool he pointed at. Looking out on the students infront of me, a particular boy caught my eye. He was tall, skinny, just as pale as me and he had white-blonde hair. He caught me looking at him and smirked as I turned my head quickly and blushed.
"Nimue, welcome to Hogwarts," The headmaster's jolly voice chimed. "Now, we will begin the sorting!"
He placed an old, tired-looking, grey hat upon my head. A voice echoed in my ear, it seemed to be coming from the hat.
"Ah," It hissed, it's voice filled with a strange grandeur. "Nimue, what have we here? You're confusing, one of my most confusing yet."
I held my breath in the silence and looked down at my hands, which were clasped together on my lap.
"Hmm, what to do with you?" The hat said directly into my ear. "I vote..." And it's voice got louder. "GRYFFINDOR!"
There was an eruption of cheering from the table on the far right and the headmaster pulled the hat from off of my head. He ruffled my black curls and smiled at me with kind, blue eyes.
"Congratulations, Nimue, take a seat with your new house!"
I smiled back at him lightly and walked over to the table where my new school life was going to begin. There weren't many free seats and I was too scared to ask anyone if I could sit with them, so I walked slowly up to the middle of the table. Then a pretty brunette girl with bushy hair waved at me and nodded me over. I went to sit with her gratefully.
"Hello, my name is Hermione Granger. Pleased to meet you Nimue!" She shook my hand and beamed.
"H-hello," I stammered. "N-nice to meet you too."
"Welcome to Gryffindor, I'm sure you'll love it. Howcomes you're starting so late?" She asked. She sounded a bit pompous to me, very posh to say the least.
"Oh, I -uh, well, my parents sort of... died, when I was living in France. I originally went to Beuxbatons but when they.. when they.." My eyes started to well up and a tear slid down my cheek.
"Oh, it's okay! You don't have to tell me, I'm sorry." Hermione rushed apologetically, handing me a napkin to wipe my eyes with. "So.. umm. oh, gosh, I'm so rude! This is Ron." She waved her hands in the direction of a gangly ginger boy who was shovelling down food like a madman. Surprisingly, he was quite skinny.
I smiled at him and nodded. "Hello, Ron."
"Hi! Pleeshged to meet chyou!" He said, grinning at me with a mouthful of chicken.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Disgusting, Ronald. Anyway, this is Harry."
I looked over at the other boy. The first thing that caught my eye was the scar on his forehead, just hidden a tad by messy, black fringe.
"Harry Potter, I'm guessing?" I half-smiled.
"Yeah, yeah - that's me." He didn't seem pleased to be recognized but he smiled all the same.
"Well, pleased to meet you. I'm not going to harass you about your famous status or anything, it must get annoying sometime."
Harry laughed and grinned at me, happy this time. "Yes, that would be brilliant. It does get annoying."
I smiled at him, pleased to have made new friends already. It was easier than I thought! But, for some reason, I couldn't get that blonde boy out of my head. He was in a different house to me, and I knew I probably wouldn't ever meet him, but he was all I could think about. Those piercing grey eyes caught me when I was up with the headmaster, I needed to find out about him.
But now was not the time. I had just made new friends and the feast was calling at me to quench my hunger. Before I let myself think anymore about asking Hermione whether she new the blonde boy, I reached out and filled my plate with hundreds of wonderous things.
This was it.
My new school.
My new life.