Sorry for the late update - a lot has been going on. This is quite short due to needing to just post so, here ya go!

I'm not JKR, nor will I even be her.

Onwards!

Chapter 11 - Resorting

"Bloody hell, Malfoy!" Harry exclaimed when at last they came up for air. "Where'd you learn that?"

"The mirror," was Draco's teasing, if not slightly obnoxious reply.

Diving right back in, Draco caught Harry's warm mouth with his own, taking ownership of the kids. "I-..." Harry spluttered, drawing away.

"Shut up and kiss me Potter." And the battle of tongues reigned on - for about half an hour - with intermittent breaks for air.

Walking back up to the school, having just sat together and talked for the last hour and a half - after dragging themselves away from each other - Harry told Draco of the plan for his imminent resorting. "Well we'd better hurry up then! It starts in ten minutes you fool."

Now running, the two boys made it to the Great Hall with two minutes to spare.

"Uh... Harry?" Came Draco's tentative voice as they barged through the doors.

Harry, ever oblivious, turned to his companion with a smile. "Yeah?"

"We-we're kinda the centre of attention right now." The blond boy then ducked to hide behind the other, cheeks flushing a pretty pink.

Finally getting the hint, the emerald eyed boy faced forward, into a crowd of avidly curious students. Harry was used to being stared at, but Draco - not so much.

"Why're they looking at us?"

"Because we're together, idiot!" Draco whispered fiercely, swatting Harry on the back of the head and moving to push past the boy to take his seat at the Slytherin table.

"Oh. Right... Yeah." The boy looked downtrodden and suddenly bereft. "I guess they would be." And, turning, he walked to the front of the hall where an incredulously pleased Mcgonagall stood waiting, Sorting Hat placed upon a small, unsturdy looking wooden stool, usually used for tiny first years.

Harry focussed on her, trying his hardest not to look up at the Head Table where he was sure to lock eyes with a seated Dumbledore, seething and plotting bloody murder.

"Mr. Potter. If you'd like to take a seat?" The rigid witch motioned towards the stool, which Harry gladly took a seat on, plopping down heavily on it after lifting the hat, turning his back on his professors. He could still feel the heat of the headmaster's glare though. Harry shivered.

Placing the hat on his head, Harry heard the murmurings of the should-be inanimate object.

"Hm. Back again are we, Mr. Potter? I see you've acquired a few enemy's and a new... Friend. Now where should it be? Hufflepuff... No, that wouldn't work. Stay in Gryffindor? You'd die as soon as you removed me. I know - better be... SLYTHERIN!"

A startled silence filled the room, with Professor Snape starting a slow clap, which soon turned into a raucous applause from the Slytherins, starting with Malfoy, and a more tentative congratulations from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. Gryffindors could be heard shouting celebratory 'yes's' and 'I knew he was a snake all along's'.

Slytherin welcomed their new comrade with open arms. As Harry walked over to his new house, charming his robe crest on the way, he could be seen being pat on the back as he walked past, taking his seat beside Draco, who was still clapping fervently and smiling from ear to ear.

"Thank Merlin! I was so worried, Harry."

"Me too. I still am - I'm absolutely top of his hit list now," Harry said with a small, troubled frown, glancing quickly back towards the old man at the centre of the leading table.

Later that day, as he was on his way to his Care of Magical Creatures class, he was intercepted.

Dumbledore, who Harry now knew as Gelert Grindelwald, stood before him, seemingly calm. "Harry, if I may have a word, my boy?" He asked.

Harry knew better. "Actually sir, i was on my way to class. Can it wait?"

"I'm afraid it cannot, Mr. Potter. I have some... Urgent information i need to discuss with you. Alone," he added as he saw Harry looking around for his friends.