A/N: I know this is highly unprobable, but then, aren't most H/D fics? And I had fun writing it, so nyeh XP

Harry and Draco were both out of Hogwarts, and were living together. They had come clean to their friends and the public that they had been, in fact, seeing each other romantically since their second year.

At the very moment, Harry and Draco were laying together in bed, trying to get to sleep.

"Draco?" Harry asked delicately.

"What?" Draco grumbled.

"I can't get to sleep," he said simply.

"Neither can I, now shut up." Harry chuckled.

Silence.

"Draco?"

"What?" Harry mumbled, clearly annoyed.

"Tell me a story," Harry pleaded.

Draco turned his head to look at Harry. "No."

"Please?" Harry asked.

"You've got to be kidding me. You wake me up because you can't sleep so that I stay awake and make you fall asleep, while I sit here, twiddling my thumbs, hoping for the sandman to make an appearance?"

Harry thought about this for a moment. "Yup," he said simply.

Sighing, Draco sat up. "You're just like a little kid, you know that?" Harry grinned in response.

"Tell me a story about a puppy," Harry stated.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Now you're just acting like one on purpose."

Harry didn't respond, and Draco rolled his eyes. "Fine. I'll tell you a story-"

"About a puppy?"

"About a puppy. Once upon a time there was a puppy."

"What kind?"

"What do you mean what kind? A puppy. Who cares?"

"I do."

"Fine. He's a… border collie."

"Can he be a dachshund?"

"They're too annoying. How about a golden retriever?"

"Too proud."

"It's just a damn puppy. It's a mutt. How's that?" Harry pouted. "Anyway, the mutt was wandering the city-"

"Was he homeless?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because he doesn't have a home."

"Well I know that-"

"ANYway, Mr. Mutt was wandering the city looking for a place to sleep."

"Thought you said he was a puppy. You don't call a baby 'Mr.'"

"Fine. The mutt was looking for a place to sleep. When he was discovered by a…er…a nice old man."

"What was the old man's name?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes."

"Fine. His name was… Mr. Harry's-Annoying-The-Shit-Out-Of-Me."

Harry snickered. "That's a long name."

"Well you said he needed one, and it was the only one available the day he was born."

"Anyway…"

"Anyway, Mr. Harry's-Annoying-The-Shit-Out-Of-Me took the mutt to the pound."

"The pound? He'd be put to sleep!"

"Look, you've discovered the ending of the story."

"I refuse to let Mr. Harry's-Annoying-The-Shit-Out-Of-Me take the puppy to the pound."

"Fine. He took him to an animal shelter."

"What kind of animals were at the shelter?"

"Puppies and kitties."

"Were there kangaroos?"

Draco paused before answering, and decided upon "Yes, Harry. There were kangaroos."

"Were there koala bears and moose?"

"Yes, Harry. They were there, too."

"Killer whales?"

"…They kept them in the basement with the elephants.

"So, anyway, the little mutt made lots and lots of friends. One day, he met a special puppy which he grew to like very, very much."

"A mate?"

"Yes. Anyway, Mutt and Mate were sleeping together one night, when Mutt couldn't sleep."

"I see where this is going," Harry complained.

"'Mate,' Mutt asked. 'I can't sleep. Tell me a story.' Mutt's made got so mad at Mutt that she left him. The end."

"I never knew you were a she."

"There's lots of things you don't know about me."

"Like what?"

"Like I'm going to leave you if you don't shut up."

End.