Offensive

You don’t bother to shake Malfoy’s hand. Instead, you charge at him. You’re gratified to see a look of fear cross his face. Malfoy manages to jump aside before you can tackle him. You stop yourself before you hit the wall and turn to face Malfoy again.

For the first time, you see that Malfoy looks ruffled and out of sorts. He clearly didn’t expect to be in a physical fight and knows that he’s outmatched; with hours of Quidditch practice under your belt, you’re clearly stronger and faster than him. Malfoy needs to think quickly so that this fight isn’t over before it begins.

You see Malfoy’s hand reach down to his pocket to grab his wand. You charge at him again, forcing Malfoy to back into the opposite wall. Before he can take out his wand, you grab his wrists and pull them away and to the side. You’re both breathing heavily.

“Well, Malfoy?” you ask. “Are you giving up yet?”

“No!” he spits in return.

Malfoy struggles in your grasp, but can’t pull away. You lean forward so that you’re centimetres from him. From this distance, you can pretty much smell the fear on him – though that may just be from the Dungbomb. You think that Malfoy is close to giving in; a few more threats may be enough.

You’re caught by surprise by Malfoy’s next move. His knee jerks up and slams into your groin. You release him and stumble back, trying hard not to cry out. Now, Malfoy is on the offensive, moving towards you with his hands balled into fists.

“Thought you could scare me?” he crows. “Well, think again.”

Malfoy’s face screws up with hatred as he approaches you. By now, you’ve recovered from your shock, not counting some small lingering pains. However, you maintain your crouched stance to trick Malfoy into overconfidence.

“I’ve got you now, Potter”, Malfoy snarls.

You see his arm rise as he moves to punch you. Quickly, you surge upwards, grabbing Malfoy’s arm before he can do you any damage. Malfoy is surprised and doesn’t resist as you push him back against the wall. This time you press your body against his so that he can’t repeat the same trick again.

“Surrender”, you hiss.

“Never!” Malfoy responds.

You shift your body slightly. That movement is enough so that you feel something pressing against your hip. It doesn’t take a lot of thought for you to realise what it is.

“You’re enjoying this a bit too much, Malfoy”, you say quietly, so that only he can hear it.

You’re gratified when Malfoy’s face goes red. For a moment, he’s speechless.

“Help”, Malfoy finally squeaks.

It seems like his enemy feeling his hard cock during a fight is enough for Malfoy to call for backup.

“There’s no crawling out of this”, you say, pushing your body harder against Malfoy.

Of course, you’re wrong. Two large hands grip your shoulders and pull you back. Malfoy steps away from you and straights his clothes.

“Teach him a lesson”, he says coldly, turning away from you.

Crabbe and Goyle treat this order as if it’s one they’ve always wanted to hear. In less than a minute, you’re on the ground again, barely able to breathe and with what feels like a black eye. Malfoy stands over you and sneers down.

“I think you’ve learnt your lesson, Potter”, he says. “Don’t make me repeat it.”

The Slytherins walk away, leaving you to recover on the floor. You can’t continue looking for Potion ingredients in this state. A trip to the Hospital Wing is in store for you.