The Re-sorting Hat - Remastered edition!

The Game

A/N Art belongs to kryptidfox on Instagram.

"What are you writing Potter, are those even letters?" Malfoy hissed in Harry's ear in Transfiguration.

"Unless you didn't notice I'm not left-handed, Malfoy" He was getting increasingly frustrated with Malfoys comments, he knew he was trying to rile him up but damn was it working. He steadied himself with a breath.

"Is that an s, no wait it's an a. Actually I can't tell if it looks like a three year old's writing"

"Shut up" He hissed.

"Ohhh feisty Potter, what are you going to do? Write me a poorly written death threat? Even so, I wouldn't be able to read it and I'm not talking about the left-handed writing" Malfoy teased. Malfoy was being a git so Harry did what Malfoy really ought to have deserved, a sharp elbow in the ribs. "Ow"

Harry did it again, harder this time.

"Stop it" hissed Malfoy. Harry did it once more, for good measure obviously.

"Potter I said stop it" Malfoy ordered.

"Make me" Harry retaliated. Malfoy glared.

Suddenly the class was dismissed, they had missed it while having a hissy fit and in the flurry of the movement Harry was dragged by a furious Malfoy out the door and into an abandoned classroom. His arms were being pinned behind his back and his face was being pressed into the cobblestone wall hard, it happened so quickly all he could do was gasp. He struggled but it was useless, Malfoy had him stuck. Harry should have felt scared but on the contrary he was excited, yet he had no reason why. He was suddenly reminded of how he had felt the same when Cedric had leaned across a doorframe as he offered him some advice, leaning down to whisper in Harrys ear. He had felt a thrill, a rush and an unexpected blush happen. But Malfoy was not Cedric, he was a dick.

"Potter, if you are going to be stuck to me for the rest of the day and more you will need to stop being such a brat! All you have done all day is annoy me and I don't have patience for you. Actually I have no patience at all so unless you want to be killed then I highly suggest you cut it out"

"I'm going to be killed anyway Malfoy so why don't you do it and take the pleasure" Harry said, not hiding the darkness laced in his words. Not that he knew for sure but Harry didn't have to be a statistician to know he could only be lucky so many times. Malfoy's grip slacked slightly in shock, but just enough for Harry to escape from and pin Malfoy to the wall instead. Malfoy's hands were up above his head and he was kept in place by a strong wrist and Harry's weight forced down on him.

Malfoy gasped in surprise at the turn of events and then glared. "Can you just shut up for one second Malfoy?"

Malfoy waited one heart beat then spoke "There one second"

"Shut up" Harry nearly growled, loosing his composure quickly.

"No, I don't think that"

"Shut up Malfoy"

"Stop interrupting me!" Malfoy shouted out sharply.

"Then don't talk in the first place!"

"No! Potter, let me g"

"Shut up!" Harry shouted, he was panting now and he had somehow leaned in close enough he could feel their breaths mingling. He thought back to Cedric and how Harry had wondered how it would feel to kiss him. Malfoy wasn't entirely ugly he supposed, a bit pointy but he had nice lips. He looked back up to see Malfoy had relaxed in his hold, no longer struggling, a flash of deviation filled his eyes.

"Make me" Malfoy challenged again, voice low. But a challenge was a challenge and Harry was going to take up this challenge.

"Fine then I will" Harry said putting a smirk on at the end and moving closer to Malfoy, whipping off his glasses. Malfoy panicked, you could see it in his eyes, the way he was trapped, the way he couldn't stop anything. He struggled again but with no avail. He didn't actually think he would KISS him. The prospect was exciting to Malfoy however and dammit why was he just staring into Potter's eyes instead of ... well doing anything else.

Malfoy supposed he could turn his head but there was something holding him back, although he did not know what. "What are you trying to do Potter, Its almommph"

Potter was kissing him. This really was torture, well except that his lips really were quite nice. He couldn't help but make a strangled, surprised noise that Potter, unless he was imagining, smirked at. He realized with a flush that he liked it. He really liked it. Knowing this now he really ought to kiss back but something was off about this, Potter's eyes were open, and it looked like he was playing a game. He held Draco's eyes and then without any warning pushed up with his knee towards a part of Draco that enjoyed it and made his gasp. And then Malfoy knew exactly what the game was, especially when Potter slid his tongue into Draco's mouth. who would give in first. Who would close their eyes first.

Well if it was a game then Draco ought to win so he kissed back with vigor, startling Potter who made the same surprised noise Malfoy had made earlier. Using this to his advantage he started grazing Potter's bottom lip gently. He knew how good that felt from stories he had heard and bingo, Potter's eyes fluttered shut. He had won. But they hadn't stopped, they really should have - there was no reason to continue really. They were in rhythm now, and Draco had to admit it felt brilliant, although he would deny it later. Then Potter grazed his bottom lip, and he surrendered. It was after all better to kiss when you're unaware of the dusty classroom in front of you. Potter's body was solid and warm on his and Draco flexed his wrists, finding the grip weak so he pulled his hands down and immediately used one to grab Potter's jaw pulling his head up to deepen the kiss. And Merlin he whimpered. Harry bloody Potter whimpered. But then Malfoy could smell Harry wait, Potter and taste him and feel him and he really enjoyed it. But it was over soon, perhaps too soon but Malfoy would never say that aloud.

A loud bang nearby broke them apart, they stood a step apart and breathing hard. There was an awkward silence where both of them just looked at each other, Malfoy somehow had enjoyed that, and judging by the dilated pupils Harry, no Potter had too. This was all quite confusing. But at least one thing was clear to Malfoy "I won".