A/N. Thanks for reading my Sorting Hat fanfic. The first chapter will be Hermione Granger followed by Ron Weasley in the next chapter. I've got loads of chapters planned but I may not be able to get through them all. Let's just see what happens! Each chapter will be written from the character's POV.

Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Harry Potter or I wouldn't be here writing fanfiction. I'd be out there doing whatever it is that rich people do. The Wizarding World is J.K Rowling's, this fanfic is mine.

"Granger, Hermione" The Sorting Hat bellows.

I begin the short walk to the Sorting Hat, trying to keep calm and composed. I don't know much about the Houses at Hogwarts – I'm a Muggleborn – but I've got a rough idea from Hogwarts: A History. There's Gryffindor, a place for the brave and chivalrous which doesn't sound too bad to me but then again, neither does Ravenclaw; home of the quick witted and unique. Hufflepuff sounds nice enough but from what I've heard from other students on the Hogwarts Express, it's the least desirable house. Finally, there's Slytherin, where you go if you're cunning and ambitious. I'd definitely say I'm ambitious but I read that Slytherin's are usually 'pure blooded wizards' so I doubt I'd be widely accepted there.

I take a seat on the stool and a stern looking witch – Professor McGonagall – places the Sorting Hat on my head.

"Ah ,interesting, very interesting indeed" the hat whispers in my ear. The Sorting Hat uses a very advanced form of magic – Legilimency, I think it was called – to see into my mind.

"There's a certain amount of ambition in you, Miss Granger, you're desperate to prove yourself. It's obvious that you're an intelligent girl, you could have a very successful career in Ravenclaw... but how about Hufflepuff? There's no doubting your loyalty and you're clearly hardworking but I'm not sure your full potential will be unleashed there..."

Everyone is staring at me. Of course, they have no idea what the Hat is saying to me, which I suppose is a good thing.

"What about Gryffindor? Would I fit in there?" I think.

"Well, you've certainly got Gryffindor qualities; bravery, courage, loyalty... however, you're not as – let's say, reckless – as many Gryffindors are"

"So I'm not a Gryffindor?"

"No, no, that's not what I meant. What I intended to say was that you'd certainly be a unique sort of Gryffindor"

"So there's still a chance?"

"Well, if Gryffindor is where you'd like to be sorted..."

"I'll go wherever you think is best; after all, you are the Sorting Hat"

"You're a difficult one, Miss Granger, very difficult indeed. Let's rule out Slytherin and Hufflepuff, unless of course you'd rather be in one of those two"

"It's your decision" I think decisively.

"It's between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw; we've just go to decide where you'd achieve your potential most"

"Do you think I'll become a decent witch?"

"Decent? No, I can tell you're going to be a brilliant witch. You've got more brains than most students I've sorted"

"Wow, thank you... So if I am as intelligent as you say, surely I'm in Ravenclaw?"

"You'd no doubt do excellently in Ravenclaw but I think Gryffindor would challenge you more in a different way"

"I do enjoy a challenge"

"Well then...better be GRYFFINDOR!" the Sorting Hat roars to the entire school.

I grin, take off the Hat and take a seat at the Gryffindor table where everyone is clapping and cheering enthusiastically. Gryffindor; my home for the next seven years.

So what did you think? Please review if you enjoyed it or if you have any suggestions on how I can improve. The next chapter will be Ron. Thank you for reading.