Disclaimer- not mine.
A/N: I admit to being a bit fascinated with Crabbe and Goyle. Even though they as individuals were not explore much in the books, we were offered plenty to fuel a writers imagination. Set in the middle of CoS, Movieverse.
What You Know, So Do I
Waking up inside a storage closet was a new experience for Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle. Seeing yourself stumble away with glasses and red hair in a sort of drunken panic was another. And here they though the Christmas hols were going to be boring, listening to Draco Malfoy prattle on about Potter his gifts, or lack there of, Potter, the Heir of Slytherin, Potter, his father... did they mention Potter?
Sometimes, they wondered, when alone with each other, and could speak freely without criticism, what Malfoy's beef was with the dark haired Gryffindor. Sure, the boy was a Gryffindor and so should be avoided. But to gain the spite that Draco held- it simply didn't make sense.
And wasn't that a laugh.
Hey, they may be slow... or so they led everyone around them to believe. But at least they knew when something was worth while, and what was a waste of time. Malfoy, they were beginning to think, was definitely a waste of time.
Now if only they could tell each other that.