"Long ago when I was sewn,
And told the story to tell,
They told me the Hogwarts history,
of which I learned real well.

And after that I went beyond,
When I yearned to find,
Even more then I had been told,
And my masters were ever so kind.

They told me of ways to predict the future,
If I could take it's wrath,
And from there I heard, and from there I warned,
Of Hogwarts frightful path.

I told stories of the war,
That was yet to be done,
They fought the fight, and tried with all their might,
Yet the war is still not won.

But time for fun is here now,
And your sorting lies with me,
So put me on and you will find,
How smart of a hat I can be.

You may be in Gryffindor,
With those of brave and bold,
Those strong souls of Gryffindor,
Never seem to grow old.

Or maybe you will sit in Ravenclaw,
Who's best traits are in their mind,
Their wits and their intelligence,
Is different than any kind.

Hufflepuff may be the fit for you,
Where kindness blossoms well,
These sweet minded Hufflepuffs,
Are filled with greatness so they tell.

Slytherin is a fine house,
For those clever and great,
Doubted before Slytherins helped much more,
Despite being followed by hate.

So put me on,
Don't be afraid,
We must hurry now,
My time is dwindling,
The clock is ticking,
And then the sorting will be done."
(I wrote this myself and it was hard, so please do not copy or use it, and I kindly encourage you to write your own sorting ceremony song) -Skylar.

The entire hall burst into applause, though many of the older students looked worried for the hat. What had it meant by the fact that it's time was dwindling down?
Can hats die? Harry thought to himself, and turned to ask Hermione about it when he realised that she wasn't there.
Harry looked up to Ron, who was staring hungrily at his plate, waiting for the food to blossom as usual.
"Ron? Where's Hermione?" Harry asks, and Ron glances up to catch the worried look on his face.
"Don't you remember? She's reading the sorting this year so that McGonagall can sit at the staff table."
And sure enough, when Harry turned he saw Hermione standing in front of the first years, holding a large scroll filled with names, and suddenly he was extremely interested in the sorting.
He watched as Hermione called out the names before Ron jabbed him with the end of his fork.
"Ow. Bloody hell, Ron. Why'd you stab me?" Harry asks, rubbing his arm.
Ron pointedly ignores his question and fires back another one. "Do you fancy Hermione?"
"Er..."
Harry was unsure of what to say. Row was his best mate, and he wanted to tell him the truth, that he did fancy her. But he also remembered their kiss during the Battle of Hogwarts and wondered if he still wanted to be with her.
"Mate, it's cool if you do. I don't even think either of us feel that way anymore." Ron shrugs, before turning back to Harry. "So? Do you?"
Harry groans. "Is it that bloody obvious?"
Ron smirks. "Well you were sort of mooning over her, oh I don't know all summer." He ends with a jab that reminded Harry of the twins. He chuckles a bit.
"That tipped you off, eh?"
Ron just shakes his head, smiling and laughing at the same time. But then his smile falls. "Good luck with her mate. Those days that she goes to visit George they both talk about their problems, and I did a little eavesdropping and found out that she did fancy you at some point, but Ginny liked you and she figured you felt the same so she's trying to back off." Ron says, and Harry's eyes widen.
"Does she really?"
"I wouldn't lie to you Harry." He says, glancing up. "Shut up, she's coming."
Harry hadn't even noticed that the sorting was over, and Hermione came back to her seat, plopping down beside Harry and giving both of them a warm smile.
"Well, that was fun. But did you hear that one kid, Amaliana Vanshishguevegan? I had no idea how to pronounce it, it was written in extra loopy cursive and... well honestly. Vanshishguevegan? Really?" Hermione says, loading mashed potatoes and ham onto her plate. "It was a nightmare, and that wasn't even the worst one."
"I personally would've struggled with the Amaliana part." Ron says, buttering a biscuit before popping it into his mouth."Amaliana? What a mouthful."
Harry and Hermione burst into laughter, and Harry feels truly happy for once.
And it seemed as if Hermione was the only one bothered by the hat's warning.

Harry and Ron were worn out by the time they got back to their dormitory. They had lost Hermione when she muttered something about luggage and talking to McGonagall, and hadn't seen her since. The pair just hoped she wasn't getting another time turner.
Harry stretched out on his bed, now in emerald green pajamas, and looked over at Ron, who was in his usual maroon ones.
"What do you think I should do about Hermione?" Harry asks. "Should I tell her how I feel?"
Ron shakes his head. "No, not yet. Do a few things first, to see how she reacts."
"Like what?"
"Merlin, I don't know. Get her flowers. What's her favorite flower?" Ron asks.
"Roses." Harry spits out immediately, and Ron nods respectfully.
"Then get her roses."
Harry swishes his wand and a bouquet of roses appear in his hands, and he makes a small note that says, To Hermione. And then a separate one that says From Harry.
Harry was never good at tying, and he can't seem to get the one that says Hermione to stay on, even though the one that says his own name was tied on tight. He got it on as best as he could, hoping it wouldn't come off before she could see it.
Then, he and Ron went back to the common room and levitated it up to the girls dormitory, scampering back to their own when they heard footsteps outside the portrait hole.

Hermione finally arrived back to the dorms after helping with the first years and talking to the teachers about the hat's warning. She had written a few notes down on her scroll again while she talked with them.
And then she had to go and get her luggage with Filch, since it for some odd reason hadn't made it inside along with the rest.
When she finally collapsed onto her four poster, she felt relief surge through her entire body. And then she heard Ginny start to come up the stairs, and she knew that her moment of peace was over. She had forgotten that she was sharing a dormitory with Ginny now.
Lavender had passed on in the war, so now it was just Hermione, Parvati, Ginny and Romilda sharing the dormitory.
Parvati and Romilda were already asleep, their hair fanned out against the pillows and not a care in the world. It made sense, because it seemed like no one but Hermione and the professors had taken the hat seriously.
"Hermione! You're awake! Look, there's something I want to show you." Ginny says, hopping onto her bed and wrinkling the covers instantly. "Look at what I just found lying outside the dorm door!"
She produced a bouquet of red roses, and flashed a grin. "They're from Harry. It says so on the card. I think he got them for me."
Hermione tried hard not to show it as her heart crushed into a million fragments as she watched Ginny clutch the roses. Roses were her favorite. "That's... that's great Ginny."
And then she pulled the four poster closed, and cried silently into her pillow.