The One With Draco's New Jumper

AUTHORS NOTE: This though came to me today, what if I did a Harry Potter slash in the form of the Friends TV show. This is the result, just to see if it would work. Its set in similar surroundings as the TV show, but Harry and Draco live opposite Hermione and Ron. Neville is the goofy one. Naturally of course they are all in their twenties. This is only meant to be a one off, as I can't see how to make a sequel to it, or even a second chapter.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry or Draco or anything else related to Harry Potter, they are property of JKR, Time Warner, Bloomsbury and anyone else I forgot to mention. Friends is owned by whoever owns Friends, don't know who, its not me though.

RATING: PG-13 - Slash related content

The One With Draco's New Jumper

"Draco! Get your feet off the coffee table." Hermione tapped Draco's black boots that lay crossed in the pristinely polished table. Wordlessly he dropped them back on the floor and jabbed ignorantly at the TV remote. "You shouldn't be wearing those clod-hoppers in the apartment anyway." She said, but Draco wasn't listening. He was intent on scanning through the channels trying to find one that didn't include Soap Operas or Home Shopping.

Hermione marched off huffing under her breath. She stopped by the wall mounted mirror and adjusted it so it was just so. Harry charged in through the door knocking the mirror back to its wonky position. He threw a package at Draco which clouted him about the back of the head. Draco looked down at the soft plastic wrapped package. "What's this?" He asked.

"Dunno? You ordered it" Harry said plainly and headed straight for the fridge.

Draco fumbled with package trying to find an easy way to get inside. He resorted to tearing at the pack with his teeth. Inside was a woollen jumper with the words. "Kiss Me, I'm evil" written on it. Draco slipped it over his shirt and grinned inanely. "Harry?" He called standing up.

Harry had a milk carton to his lips and was gulping at its contents when he heard Draco. "Huh!" He put the carton back in the fridge. He saw Draco and the jumper and laughed.

"What?" Draco looked at the jumper but couldn't see anything wrong.

Harry walked slowly over to Draco and gave him a sensual kiss on the lips.

"Mmm." Draco hummed. "Milky kisses!" He said wiping Harry's milk moustache of his lips.

"Hey!!!" Hermione barked from the bathroom.. "Use a glass."

Harry pondered. "How does she know that I never used a glass."

"There's a peep-hole in the bathroom door." Draco said before he could stop himself.

"What?!?" Harry blurted out.

"Uhh, Ron told me!" He tried emergency excuse number one.

"Ron said this! Ron did that! Do you actually do anything?" Harry said trying to sound annoyed.

Draco faltered. "Hey!" He said. He opened his arms. "I am evil after all."

"Did you enjoy looking at me?" Harry couldn't help but ask it.

"Woof!" He barked and smiled.

The door clicked open and a redheaded businessman marched in carrying his briefcase. He looked briefly and then chucked his case on a spare seat. He plonked himself lazily in a freshly plumped pillow-laden armchair.

"Umm, Ron?" Harry pointed to the bathroom door just as it flushed. Ron stood up faster than lightening and grabbed his case and tried to look like he just got in.

Hermione opened the door and strode out.

"Ah!" Ron said putting his case neatly by the wall and rubbing his hands together. "Good to be home. How are you love?" He kissed Hermione on the cheek.

She leant forward and accepted the kiss. "Get showered and changed. Then you can sit on the arm chair."

Ron and Harry exchanged looks. Ron turned and went into his room, but not before he had a good frown at Draco's jumper.

"How come you two always hang around here?" Hermione asked smiling at them for the first time that day.

Draco shrugged but Harry answered, "'Cus its tidy. In our place you can never find anything. Its a nightmare. I'm sure Draco's underpants crawled under the closet this morning."

"They were not my underwear!" Objected Draco, "They were yours, I was just wearing them."

"Urgh!" Harry shook his head. "Lets go, Neville will be waiting."

Harry and Neville sat on the sofa while sipping slowly at coffee's. Draco was on the stage, his blond hair parted neatly down the centre and jumper proudly on display. He nestled a guitar on his lap as he sat on the wobbly bar stool. He began to strum a song that was one of his favourites.

Smelly Cat, Smelly cat what are they feeding you?
Smelly Cat, smelly cat it's not your fault...

They won't take you to the vet.
You're obviously not their favourite pet.
You may not be a bed of roses,
And you're no friend to those with noses.

Smelly cat, smelly cat what are they feeding you?
Smelly cat, smelly cat it's not your fault!

A few people clapped, but most were too busy stirring their coffee to bother much. Still, he did it because it was expected of him. He placed his guitar on its stand and stood up proudly showing off his jumper. When nobody commented on it he shrugged and plonked himself down on the sofa, squashing himself up against Harry needlessly.

"Draco?" Harry said.

"Yup?"

"That was uhh..." Harry faltered.

"Your best performance yet." Neville nodded. Harry agreed quickly. Draco smiled and Harry place his arm around him.

"Yunno. Do you two always have to do that?" Neville asked. "You know, that putting the arm round each other. It's really gay!"

Draco looked at Neville. "Nev, are you blind? We are gay!"

A sudden shock of realisation hit Neville's face. "H...h... how long have you been uhh... together."

"Oh about three, perhaps four..." Harry consulted Draco.

"Three of four days, wow, I'm surprised I never noticed." Neville still looked shocked.

"Yes, about four years now." Harry hadn't heard Neville's response. He had been talking to Draco.

Neville went for another strong coffee.

FADE OUT.

A/N Let me know what you think of it and I may continue at some later date. I have a few other fics to finish first.