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Author's Note: listen to Pink Floyd
Crabbe got out of bed and felt very sore. He had done a push-up last night and it still hurt. Him and Goyle had been arguing about who was stronger and Crabbe had tried to prove himself by doing push-ups. He, of course, had failed. He was always trying to compete with Goyle for Draco's attention, but he was very bad at it. Draco always seemed to be paying more attention to Goyle than he did to him and Goyle knew it. he was always rubbing it in Crabbe's face.
"Goyle! Where the hell are my socks? I swear, I can't keep track of anything." Draco was getting out of his own bed, preparing for breakfast.
"Draco, I found them! Goyle's still in bed!" Crabbe ran up to Draco, socks in hand.
"That prat, still in bed! Oh well, what can you do, eh Crabbe?" Draco smiled playfully. Crabbe smiled back, feeling very special. However, he then started to think about how he probably would have said the same thing about him if he were the one in bed and it was Goyle handing Draco his socks. It made him feel worse and he realized that Draco think of them as the same, not at all individual, like twins. So, then, Crabbe started thinking about twins, guy twins. That's so wierd that they completely know eachother, a couple of teenage guys that could sleep in the same bed, be naked in front of eachother and not even think anything of it. That's so wierd. I bet they would even combine those two and not really care. Okay, anyway, this is a boring story.