"Merlin Ginny! What the fuck are you doing in my room?" Harry yelled in surprise to see the youngest Weasley lying on Dean Thomas' bed.

The red haired girl smiled innocently at the scantily dressed boy. "Why… Harry! What are you doing here?"

"Er… It's my dorm…"

"Well… I've just come to see my beloved older, adoptive, drop-dead-gorgeous, hunk of an brother!" she said smiling cheerfully.

Harry looked at the girl with suspicion and tightened his grip around his towel.

"Errmm… yeah. So you've seen me… you can leave now…" he muttered uncomfortably.

She sat up on the bed, straightening out the messed up covers and crossed her legs, "Well…" suddenly, the small Weasley child trailed off and burst into tears and chucked herself at the startled boy.

Harry looked and felt completely horrified. What the FUCK?!? HE awkwardly patted the sobbing girl on her shoulder and muttered a few condolences. He obviously did NOT see Ginny's extremely mischievously look until… it was too late.

"Harry! HAARRRRRY! Mate! watch OUT!" Dean's cry came too late.

"Aaaa- HAH!" she blurted out happily yanking the green eyed boy's towel off.

Ginny's grin faded as fast as it came. When she pulled off his towel she had expected to go back to her dorm and tell all her friends if the Boy-Who-Lived was as big as a cucumber or as tiny as a paperclip. She did not expect to see Harry smirking at her, wearing his boxers.

Moaning miserably she sunk to the floor on her knees.

"Harr-reeee! What did you do that for?" she asked looking up at him with pitiful doe brown eyes.

"Well Gin-bug. Privacy of course!" he replied smugly, and winked at Dean's shocked face.

Ginny frowned and got up grumpily and stormed out.

"HELP! Potter!"

Harry spun around and gaped at his window in shock.

"Malfoy? What the fuck?"

"Yes it's me you dumb bum! Now let me IN!" the distressed blond ranted as he slammed his fists against the glass.

"Er… ri-right." he stuttered walking to the window with faltering steps. 'Shit… is this a dream? Please… No dream!'

"Oh My God Draco Malfoy in a towel … talking to Harry Potter in his boxers!" Ginny squealed and ran back down the stairs. 'Phew… I'm not dreaming…'

"Right… So why are you in i only /i a towel outside i my /i window?"

Malfoy shuddered and sank into a random bed.

"That's Ron's by the way Malfoy…"

"Ugh!" Malfoy said running to the bed opposite and rubbing his towel clad bum against the duvets. 'YES! That's my bed!'

"In a towel." Harry repeated.

"Oh. Right. So… there I was… in my room, I had just come out of the shower'- OMG! We have matching shower schedules! Awesome! - 'and Pansy was on Blaise's bed, and then she said she wanted to speak to me and then -"

"She cried?"

"Yeah!" came Draco's surprised reply.

"And then she took your towel?"

Draco's face fell, "Yeah… and now…everyone's going to know … not that I'm ashamed or anything!"

Harry looked at Dean and shrugged.

Dean looked back with a confused expression.

"Erm… Malfoy? Er… Draco?" Harry asked meekly.

"What." came the moody reply.

"Do you want some clothes?"

"No."

"So erm… why are you here?"

Draco shrugged. "Dno… Blaise was laughing at me and well… you're a Griffindor…"

"Yeah…" Harry's brow crinkled. "D'you want my scarf?"

Draco sat up and leant back on his elbows to shoot Harry an amused look. "No?"

"Why?"

"Why not?"

"Huh?"

Draco snorted obviously very amused.

"Cheese?"

"What?" Harry asked rubbing his head. "My head hurts…"

"Malfoy! Stop abusing Harry!" Dean yelled at the smirking Slytherin.

"Ouch…" Harry groaned taking a chocolate frog from Ron's desk and chewing it's head off.

"Mmmmh. Dish imph geasht!" he said happily munching on the wizard treat.

"Err. That's gross Potter. Where are your manners?" Draco asked with a repulsed look on his gorgeous face.

Harry shrugged. "Dnomph."

Draco sneered and walked out of the room. "Talk to me when you get some." he said, snatching his broom up and strode casually down the stairs to the Griffindor Common Room.

"OMG! IT'S DRACO MALFOY IN A TOWEL!"

'Drool… Malfoy in a towel... Nosebleed!'

Harry stood there for a while after Malfoy had left to go down stairs in a strop.

"Erm… Harry?" Dean asked and tentatively shook the boy's shoulder, "HARRY!"

"Owww!" Harry exclaimed clutching his ears, "Whatcha do that for Dean!"

Dean stared at the boy in shock but quickly recovered.

"Well Harry… You're standing. Looking at the door. Which Malfoy just left from with a dazed look on your face… in your boxers . Ring a bell?"

Harry blushed, "Err… right. I should just…" he pointed to the door and ran out of it.

Dean shook his amused and decided i not /i to remind Harry that he only had his boxers on.