Resorted

200 followers!! AAAH!

So, I will be saying stuff in this, that I would change, but nothing from what I haven't already posted.

Example: I won't talk about after the war (much) and if I do, it will so vague that you'll have to guess!!

To celebrate 200 followers, I have thrown spoilers and ideas into this! DON'T WORRY they are barely spoilers

1) I'm putting on here something from a private book about certain chapters for Resorted. I wrote this thinking I was going to change Hermione back to Gryffindor, and she was in love with Blaise, and that she NEVER cheated with Ron:

Normally, Slytherin was very elegant and calm in there ways. Not tonight. Tonight, they just thrashed Gryffindor: 370:160, and Blaise Zabini was named the player of the match by the Slytherins, even some of the Gryffindors admitted to it. Chants of "Zabini! Zabini! Zabini!" Were heard around the room. Eventually, Draco dropped his mask and helped hoisted Blaise into the air, chanting with them.

In the room, banners covered the tapestries and the Weird Sisters played on repeat. Green and silver confetti infinitely fell from the air and banners elegantly draped the walls. Blaise was the center of it all. He scored more than Harry's 150 points, sometimes it was a three on one, plus keeper situation.

"I cannot believe you put that in his drink!" Hermione scolded as she stood next to Harry- nobody cared or noticed her presence- even if she was a Gryffindor.
"I can! Do that for the final yeah Harry?" Pansy nudged his side smirking. The three looked on at Draco and Blaise celebrating in the center.
"What will you do when you run out?" Hermione scolded him.
"Draco can brew it." Harry waved a dismissive hand.

Over his high, Draco sauntered over to Harry, throwing his arms around Harry's neck and the latters automatically found Draco's waist. "Do not drink a drop of that Felix Felicis again! Give it to me, to Blaise: spike the entire team! That was the best match we've ever played!" Draco laughed bringing Harry into a long kiss. When they pulled away, Harry fished in his pockets, finding the vile almost full and wriggled it in front of Draco. "So he never?" Draco said in amazement.
"Nope."

"What about the shot from-"
"Not even then."
"You, are amazing. Without that trick of yours, we would've lost." Draco mumbled against Harry's lips, "I think we deserve to celebrate, preferably, in private."
Regrettably, they pulled apart for a minute or so, "Top or bottom?" He asked before leaning to suck on Draco's sweet spot until he moaned, "I'm top then."
"Fine by me." He said already pulling Harry to their room.

The two were so distracted by each other, they didn't see what happened when they left the room. Blaise stood in the centre of the crowed, when Huckabee grabbed Blaise by his wrists. He brought the younger boy into a long, lustful kiss. It latest a while: Blaise had his hand thrust in the air as cheers rose around them.

Hermione rushed out, catching some Slytherin's attentions but them all not caring about the Ravenclaw. However, Pansy ran after her.

Silently, Hermione had tears dropping from her eyes. They landed like feathers on the stone floor, splashing as the liquid hit solid. Slowly, Pansy approached her and sat next to her. Careful not to harm her, Pansy gently lifted Hermione's head so she was looking into her eyes. "Don't let him win." Was all she said.
"What?" Replied Hermione- however Pansy counted it as a victory because she stopped crying.

"Don't let him break you. He's done it to many girls before, but you're different from them. You have self worth, you don't just throw yourself at anybody."
"Thank you, Pansy." She tested the name again like it was her first time saying it. They heard ruffling and laughter they placed to the same person that caused this.
"Kiss me."