A/N: Yes, it's short. Yes, it's stupid. Yes, I wrote it myself. I blame the Dr. Pepper. You can too if you like. On another note, this isn't really slash unless you desperately want it to be.

Warnings: um… nothing except stupidity

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry, Draco, or the Weasley hair. Unfortunately for me, I do own this plot. If it can be called a plot.

Unordinary Day

Harry stared out across the lake. It was a miserable cloudy day, but Harry didn't care. Even on a day like this, it was a relaxing pastime, standing by the edge of the lake with Draco Malfoy by his side.

"We should go inside," Draco suddenly said, tugging slightly at Harry's arm. Harry ignored him.

"But it's just so—" Harry was cut off in mid-sentence by a sudden downpour of rain. He blinked once, surprised.

Then he panicked and started running around in circles.

"The sky is falling! The sky is falling!" he screamed. He knew it was a bad day when he'd first woken up and when it had progressively gotten worse throughout the day, but he had thought it had been getting better. He should've known—

"It's only rain," a soft voice interrupted his thoughts.

Harry stopped suddenly, staring at Draco. Draco had a single eyebrow raised, and was staring at Harry as if he'd gone insane. Harry put his arms down.

"…Oh," he said, blushing so much that it would've put the legendary Weasley hair to shame, had a Weasley been there at the time.

Then he promptly attempted to drown himself in the lake.

"Gryffindors," Draco groaned with a roll of his eyes as he fished Harry from the lake.

Harry was unconscious, and Draco was worried for a second before the Gryffindor's eyes slowly blinked open.

"Draco?" Harry asked uncertainly.

"Yes?" Draco returned absently, relieved by Harry's impossibly fast recovery.

"Why is the sky falling?"

A/N: So, how bad was it? Tell me, I can take it. Honest. On another note, I might make some more chapters of it. I've got really vague ideas for more chapters of stupidity….