This wasn't originally written for but a friend of mine told me I should post it so I am. I'm not saying it's any good in the least. In fact it's downright random. Anyway read and review if you please.
Disclaimer: Me no own Harry Potter or Draco Malfoy, don't I wish though.
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Walking on Ice Doesn't Work
So Harry was walking. Then quite suddenly he wasn't. He'd fallen….again. Which wasn't that hard since he was walking on ice.
"Damn it!" he muttered and stood up again.
So once again Harry was walking. Then once again he wasn't. He'd tripped. But over what?
"Screw you!" yelled the body he'd tripped over, then a muttered, "Whoever you are."
"Sorr…oh," Harry trailed off realizing who he had tripped over.
Draco Malfoy sat up and glared at Harry in slight surprise, "What the bloody hell are you doing out here?
"I'm going to see the bloody wizard of OZ, that what," Harry grinned.
"Oh, I see you're drunk too," Draco raised an eye brow and joined Harry in grinning.
"Maybe I am, but then again, maybe I'm not," Harry burst out laughing after saying this.
"Woah," Draco looked up at the dark sky, "Look at the yellow ponies."
"Ponies? Pickles falling into vats of orange juice!" Harry grinned happily.
"You know, I bet Weasley is gay," Draco said suddenly, tilting his head and staring at the castle that still loomed at least fifty drunken yards away.
"I don't have to bet, he's not," Harry turned and looked at Draco, "Then again there is that running pot on whether or not you are."
"Chicken fung. I mean dung. I think," Draco broke off into giggles.
"Don't you love sneaking out to drink?"
"Only way to get away from responsibilities without anybody knowing you totally hate what you're doing," Draco, in a slight moment of undrunkenness, looked over at Harry wondering how much of this he could actually process.
"I know what you mean. Only, I kinda have ta do it or else I'm gonna end up being killed dead," Harry in looked at Draco wondering what he was doing that he hated.
"You know the one good thing about the dark side is that we have candy."
"Hmm?" asked Harry.
"If it weren't for the candy I'd totally be a good guy," Draco slipped on the ice and Harry reached down to help him up.
"So you're only on the dark side for the candy?" Harry asked.
"Well that and the person I like happens to be on the good side, so I get to talk to them a lot. That's always fun," Draco grinned and looked as if he were trying to daydream, but couldn't because he was once again flat on his arse.
"You're"
"I'm what?" Draco asked looked over at Harry who was now flat on his arse next to Draco.
"You're an idiot," Harry bobbed back and forth as he said this, then burst out laughing. Draco tilted his head, then grinned and laughed too.
"You know what, I guess I'll tell you."
"Huh? Tell me what?" Harry was still shaking with laughter.
"I am gay," Draco said simply.
"Oh, well so am I, but I don't sing it to the world," Harry replied matter of factly.
"Really? Well in that case," Draco promptly tackled Harry into a snowbank and began to snog him senseless.
"Wait what about the ponies?" asked Harry.
"No way am I sharing!" Draco snapped shaking his fist at the sky.
And thus neither Harry nor Draco fell again that night. Nor were the seen the next morning in the great hall. And that's all I'm gonna say. Let your imagination do the rest.
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That is all there is to it, please let me know what you think.