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"all right, chess it is. Draco. Heh. Heheheheh."
"What the fuck is wrong with you, Potter."
"Oh, Nothing, I don't have a wizard chess set, so we'll have to use a muggle one. Hahahahaaa."
"And your point is?" He's out of his goddamn mind. And then again, so am I. After all I am in Potter's room, but that isn't my fault. That would be father's fault and his need to build a super top secret concealed underground dark arts and Lord Voldeymort center aka a hole in the ground under our house. What a stupid git, hehehee- Draco's running stream of thoughts in his head was interrupted by Harry.
"Whaaatt? I thought you HATED muggles and their things!"
"Right now, I'm sitting on Harry Potter's bed in the home of the most muggle-like people I have ever met. A little chess won't be a problem."
"Ok, I'll just set it up then. I call pink!"
"What! Pink, Potter?"
"Yeah, I painted them pink and purple. You can have purple, the actually color is lavender moon, but for all intensive purposes we'll call it purple."
"..."
"Ok, you go first. Ladies first, after."
"I'm going to ignore that last remark, Potter, as I'm not the one who painted my chess set pink and purple."
"Grr"
"Did you just growl at me?" He's definitely out to lunch, permanently.
"Err, yes? It's your turn."
"Checkmate. God, Potter, that's pathetic. I won within two minutes. Now what?"
"I don't know, Malfoy, it's not my job to entertain you. You showed up in my room." Harry said indignantly.
"Fine, Potter, I'm going. Happy?"
"Yes, very much so. Wonderful meeting you here. I hope you're life is filled with joy and prosperity." Harry said with a large portion of sarcasm. Harry watched Malfoy stand up and exit, closing the door quietly behind himself. Well, that was productive. Not.
Malfoy was not gone more than five minutes before he burst through Harry's door.
"Hide me! Quickly!" He whispered urgently, attempting to close the the door behind him.
Harry pushed him into the large hole in the drywall in Harry's room. The hole in the wall had opened up a rather large cavern of space inside the walls of the Dursley home. Harry then sprinted down the hallway, closed the bathroom door, and dashed back into his room. Panting, he closed the door softly behind himself. Ten seconds later, someone hammered on the door. Not bothering to wait for an answer, Dudley sauntered in.
"Hey, freak show, have you seen my friend? I don't suppose he would even go near you, but I can't seem to find him anywhere," Dudley commanded as he peered around Harry's room. "I don't even want to know what you do in here, playing chess by yourself? Oh yeah, I forgot, you don't have any friends to play chess with. Anyway, did you see my friend?"
"Are you sure you didn't eat him?" Harry said innocently.
"Shut up or I'll tell mother you're picking on me again."
"All right, all right. I think I heard footsteps going to the bathroom, and a bit of groaning. I don't think you're friend was feeling too well."
"What did you do to him!" As fun as it was to torment Dudley, it probably was not a good idea as long as the two families that hated him most were congregating.
"Nothing, I swear. I mean it, I was sitting here playing chess that's all I've been doing. Honest."
"All right," Dudley said suspiciously,"He did say he wasn't feeling well like 20 minutes ago." Dudley waddled out of the room, not bothering to close Harry's door. Harry closed it, and poked his head into the hole in the wall. If he was right, across the small space in the hole in wall, the bathroom was located next door to this "new room." It wasn't big, about the size of a large closet. He heard Dudley hammering on the bathroom door.
"Drake? Drake? You in there?"
"Draco, go across to the other side, and yell through the wall that you're not feeling well." Harry whispered.
Draco nodded and yelled into the wall as Harry had told him.
"Oh. Well, come get me when you feel better. I'll be in my room." Harry heard Dudley bellow.
"Ok." Draco squeaked, and Harry began to laugh at Draco's reaction to Dudley.
"So, back so soon?" Harry asked Draco as they stepped out of the hole.
"That, that boy. Ugh."
"Oh, come on. You can tell me what happened, love." Harry said with mock sympathy, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
"Don't ever call me love again, Potter, or I swear you'll be the last person you'll say that to."
"Sorry, darling," Harry replied grinning.
"Potter, I'm warning you-"
"All right, all right,"
"I go downstairs, everyone's done with dinner. That fat boy, his dad said we could run off to play or something because the deal would take a while, another hour or something. So naturally, not wanting to be around those muggles for another minute took off. The fat boy followed me into the living room bragging about something or other, and suggested a wrestling match." Harry was now doubled over on the floor laughing.
"Shut up, Potter, it's not funny. I ran as fast as I could out of there, and into your room."
Harry stopped laughing, realizing he would be spending the next hour or so with Malfoy. Great, just great. I help him out with Dudley, and this is what I get-
"Potter, would you care to explain why you have 3 pairs of high heels in your room?" Malfoy was looking at him with an expression of delight and extreme amusement. Apparently for Malfoy, Christmas had come early.
"Er, Uh, Aunt Petunia keeps some of her extra things in my room," Harry manage to blurt out,"Yeah, why else would I have these dresses." Apparently Draco bought it because he didn't manage to hide the look of complete and utter disappointment across his face.
"Oh," To say Draco was disappointed was an understatement. He would have thoroughly enjoyed writing to Witch Weekly and The Daily Prophet, not to mention encouraging rumors at Hogwarts.
"So what do you want to do now?" Harry asked, recovering from his rival almost discovering his summer pastime, "We could play cards?"
"Boring," Draco drawled, "how about if we do it for something like a bet."
"Oh," Harry said, but Malfoy replied before he could think of anything.
"How about the winner dresses the loser up in these wonderful outfits." Harry was amused, after, it was Draco himself who suggested it.
"You're on!" Harry said determinedly, getting the chance to see Draco Malfoy in a dress was an opportunity to priceless to pass up.
