"No, Draco, that doesn't go there!"

"Oh shit!"

"It's stuck isn't it," Harry said in an annoyed voice.

"Hawwy! Help! I can't get it out!" Draco whined pathetically.

"I told you not to put it into the drainpipe, but do you listen? No!"

"I didn't think it would start to swell up though!" Draco said trying to pull it out again.

"Please! Just help me!"

"Fine, fine."

Harry stood behind Draco and wrapped his arms around Draco's slender waist, placed his feet on the wall for better leverage and began pulling with Draco.

"OW!"

"Quit being such a baby."

"But, you're hurting me."

"You weren't complaining last night."

"I was horny then."

"Oh and you aren't now?" Harry asked with a smirk.

"With you in this position behind me, no Harry I'm as limp as your arm when Lockhart removed all those bones in second year."

"Was that sarcasm I detecting in your silky voice?"

"No, none at all," Draco said sarcastically.

"Oh shut up and pull."

There were several knocks on the bathroom door. Both boys looked frantically at the door, at each other, then back at the door.

"Harry, are you in there?" Ron's concerned voice said floating into the enclosed bathroom.

"Uh…yes Ron. No need to come in though, I'm fine."

"You sure? You've been in there for almost an hour now," Ron said and tried to open the door but it was locked, "Why is the door locked, Harry?" He asked frantically.

"Jesus titty fucking Christ, Ron. Can't a man take a shit without the fucking paparazzi making a goddamn fuss about it!" Harry shouted.

"You're taking a shit back ther—eep! Let go!" Draco squeaked as his head was roughly pulled back by the hair.

"Shut up," Harry growled though gritted teeth.

"…Was that Draco I just heard?"

"Unless I just shit him out –"

"Eww" Draco interrupted.

"Then no…he's not in here."

"Yes I am."

"Shh!"

"Harry, you are starting to worry me," Ron's voice said through the door.

Fart

"Look Ron, I'm taking a shit so leave me the fuck alone,"

"Fine!"

There was a small click and Draco looked at Harry.

"Eww!"

"What? Me farting? Don't tell me that you have never farted before."

"Not in public—"

"Ah ha!"

"That's not the point, Mr. Potter. You need to give some warning to that before you go farting in a tiny ass room like this."

"Warning," fart

"Stop doing that!"

"What? I warned you."

"Eww."

Harry shook his head and looked at the drainpipe and snickered.

"Don't you laugh at me…pothead."

"That's original."

"And you're lame."

"That's why you love me," Harry said stating to laugh again.

"What?" Draco whined.

Harry pointed at Draco's problem snickering.

"Oh, shut up."

"Hey, I didn't make you stick it in there. You did that all on your own."

"Just pull," Draco commanded.

Harry squeezed Draco's sides, making him squeak. Putting all his weight into it, Harry pulled and with a loud pop the boys flew across the room.

Draco landed hard in Harry's lap releasing a loud gasp and quick groan from the younger boy.

"Bloody hell, Draco!"

"Sorry, love," Draco said inspecting his swollen body part.

Harry sat up and wrapped his arms around Draco's slender waist.

"Now next time I tell you not to stick your finger into the drainpipe, you'll listen, right?" Harry said resting his chin on Draco's shoulder.

"Most likely not. I had too much fun today."

Harry just sighed and closed his eyes and rested his head against the tile behind him.

"That's my boyfriend for ya."

Fin