Ready, Steady, Play!

Twister

"Oh you have to be kidding me," Ron exhaled as he stepped into the Room of Requirement.

"What the hell..." Draco's drawl drifted in to join Ron's voice in astonishment.

The Seventh Years had come here in hopes of finding something to do: the NEWTs were over and they were bored. But they had not expected to find the room like this when they walked in.

The Room of Requirement didn't have a single piece of furniture in it. Instead, the walls were white with red, blue, green and yellow spots all over it...all over it: walls, floor and ceiling included. It was one giant...

"Twister," Hermione exhaled in astonishment. "It's a giant Twister board!"

"Correct, Miss Granger," a familiar voice echoed around the room: the voice of the Sorting Hat, "Though I would have expected no less of you."

Hermione blushed and blossomed at the praise.

"Now," the Hat continued, "are you going to come inside, or not?"

All the Seventh Years shuffled inside somewhat reluctantly; which wasn't a big surprise since the Hat's voice was sounding quite gleeful to have them in there. The Muggle-borns more wary than the others...they knew of the embarrassment a normal Twister board could bring...what of a giant Wizard one with a psychotic Hat as the spinner? That spelt disaster. All they could do was pray that it wasn't they that would be humiliated at the end of the day.

The rules of the game having been explained to them, the Seventh Year students were all standing in various places around the room, glancing at each other nervously. The room wasn't really that big when all was said and done; there weren't nearly enough spots to get their hands and feet down...oh dear...

The Hat cackled quite evilly, sending shivers down their spines, and the game began.

"Right foot blue," it said. "Left hand green..."

Draco was concentrating very hard; they all were. But Draco was concentrating especially hard. The reason? His crush of three or four years (three years, and about six months to be exact, but who was counting?) was playing next to him. The green-eyed, black-haired angel was right next to him. If he didn't concentrate, things could get very messy and he could end up making a fool of himself; and that needed to be avoided at all costs.

A few turns later, the positions were starting to get rather compromising.

Hermione now had one had one hand between Blaise's arms and a leg between his legs; she was blushing so much, Draco's eyes were watering from looking at the colour. Blaise, on the other hand, was looking quite pleased with himself - which led Draco to believe Blaise had got them in that position on purpose...

Pansy had worked herself into a right knot with Ron, who was next to her. Their position was so awkward it was really hard to describe. Ron had his arm over Pansy, but his leg under her, she sort of had herself twisted up with her hands on the wrong sides...oh whatever...and here Ron was meant to be the master of strategy. Then again, they both looked rather happy in that position, even if it seemed rather uncomfortable, so Draco had to wonder if that was a strategically planned move after all; Draco's respect for the red-head went up a few notches.

"Right hand yellow," the Sorting hat continued. Draco looked for the nearest (and most comfortable) yellow spot. His eyes scanned the board around him but the one he had spotted, slightly in front of him, was taken by Harry. The only free yellow spot in the vicinity was...under Harry...

He closed his eyes and willed away his shaking (lest he fell) and placed his hand as casually as he could on the spot.

"Right foot green," the Hat sing-songed.

"Oh dear Mary, holy mother of god..." flashed rapidly through Draco's mind as he spotted the only green spot he could possibly put his foot on. That though was followed by a succession of "oh shit...oh shit, shit, shit..."

It was right between Harry's legs!

"Breathe, Dray, breathe," he thought to himself... "Oh, fuck breathing! I'm half under Harry fucking Potter," screamed another part of his brain which was almost giddy with happiness.

"Left hand red." It was the blond's death sentence. He was sure of it.

As his hand moved to the next available red spot, Harry's brushed casually against him; the thing was, he had not thought it out properly. Harry's hand, having lost the said red spot to Draco's, had to move one along...which meant that Draco was now completely under Harry except one leg...

It was all he could do to stop himself jumping the brunette there and then.

It appeared, however, that Harry had no such qualms. A pair of lips brushed gently past his ear before a husky voice whispered, "Comfortable, Draco?"

The blond couldn't suppress the shiver that passed through his body and more than he could stop his heart from pumping.

Harry was really enjoying this. Oh yes...he had the object of his affections trembling beneath him....he could think of a lot of things that would make the smaller boy tremble...but now was not the time for those kind of thoughts (that wouldn't be considered tame enough for a PG-13). He needed to woo the boy...although, from the looks of it, the blond wouldn't need much wooing...Hmm...

Harry contemplated his next move carefully. Most of the others had already lost (Pansy and Ron, and Hermione and Blaise had already disappeared) and many of them were leaving the room. It was probably safe to...it would all come out eventually anyway...

"Oh sod thinking rationally," he mentally growled, and he did the only think that seemed like the sensible thing to do at that time...

He nipped gently at the silver-eyed boy's ear - and the form beneath him collapsed, unbalancing him in the process. Harry, at least, had the sense to lock his arms, preventing him from crushing the blonde's smaller frame. Draco was now practically panting.

The mercury eyes looked up at him, wide and innocent as he never thought Draco Malfoy could be, almost pleading with him to not have been playing mind games (which was a bit silly because they were playing a game...) and to have meant the action.

Smoothly, Harry let himself drop so that his lips were millimetres away from the other boy's, and aligning their bodies carefully. He cupped Draco's cheek and gazed affectionately down at the flushed face.

Draco was practically mewing with pleasure. He was virtually whimpering, he wanted Harry to kiss him so badly...and especially when the brunette was looking at him with such open adoration...

They both sighed in bliss as their lips met for the first time...then again and again and again...

Neither noticed all the others leaving the room or the Sorting Hat's whoop of success; they were too lost in their little world of bliss to care.

Finite Incantatum