Requester: Donottouchmeyoumuggle

Prompt: "You've never seen Harry Potter?" – Taichi and Yamato

"You've never seen Harry Potter?" Taichi asked, staring incredulously at Yamato.

The two were sitting on Yamato's couch, chatting about which movies they should watch that night during their sleepover.

Yamato just shrugged. "I've read the books, so I know what happens. There's really no point in watching the movies."

Brown eyes were wide open. "But they're different to the books! You have to see them!" Taichi slammed a fist into his palm. "It's decided; we're having a Harry Potter marathon tonight."

Yamato did not look amused. "Fine. But do know that I will spend the entirety of the movies complaining how they're different from the books."

Taichi shrugged. "I don't care, as long as you see them all." He stood. "I'll go pick them up; I have all the DVDs."

With a sigh, Yamato also stood, making his way to the kitchen. They needed food.

-o-

"Taichi…"

"Uh-huh?"

Yamato was sitting cross-legged on the floor behind Taichi, who was busy sticking the first DVD into the player.

"Just doing really fast math here, but—"

"No! No math. I know you, for some godforsaken reason, like it, but not now. It's a long weekend and we agreed not to let homework ruin it. Nor anything else, or anyone else; just the two of us."

Taichi turned around to a raised blond eyebrow.

"Are you done?"

A nod.

"Good. Now, as I was saying, it will take us about 20 hours to watch all these."

Taichi's eyes widened, moving to stare off to his left.

"Twenty?"

"Less, considering the end credits and my rounding." Yamato paused. "Though, we'll need to take breaks, so maybe 20 is quite accurate."

In wonder, Taichi's eyes moved to the pile of DVDs on the floor.

Yamato watched the brunet assimilate the information.

Then suspicious chocolate eyes lifted, staring into light blue. "Are you pulling my leg? 'Cause if this is just a ploy to avoid watching these movies…"

"No, I'm being serious. See," Yamato picked up the case for the first movie, turning the back towards Taichi. "This one's runtime—"

"Okay, I'll believe you!" Taichi said, pushing the case out of his face. He stared at the floor.

"How about we spread this out over the three days?"

"A three-day sleepover?"

"Yes."

The two young men stared at each other.

"Okay." Yamato finally agreed with a shrug. "It's not like my dad will be home for a few days, so you can stay and keep me entertained." Taichi stuck out his tongue at Yamato, who retaliated in kind. "But you need to ask your mother if it's okay."

Taichi grinned, displaying a row of straight, white teeth. "Mum will be happy to have me out of her hair for three days."

"Lucky her." Yamato replied flatly. He stood, moving back towards the kitchen. "Let's get started, then. I made some snacks."

Taichi pumped a fist into the air, silently cheering to himself.

Two movies—about five hours—later found both boys yawning widely.

"Sleep?" Yamato asked.

Taichi replied by yawning and turning off the TV. He stood from the couch and stretched his arms high above his head. He then turned back to a slouching Yamato and held out a hand to him.

Yamato looked up at Taichi, then at the tanned hand offered to him. Lazily, he slapped Taichi's hand with his own.

Taichi chuckled at the display.

"I'm too tired to move." Yamato whined.

"If you hadn't spent all your energy on commenting on the films, then you might have had the energy to walk to bed."

"But the movies got so much wrong. Not that I remember the books that well, but still."

Taichi shook his head fondly, holding out both hands. "Come on, lazy."

Yamato placed both hands on Taichi's. "Fine, pull me up."

With a grin, Taichi did as he was told. Only, he over-pulled, causing Yamato to crash into his body.

"Taichi!" The shock jolted Yamato back to full awareness.

Still grinning, Taichi bent his knees, gabbing Yamato behind his, and lifted the blond up.

"Taichi! Put me down! I'm awake now and can walk!"

"It's fine; I'll carry you."

Yamato pushed himself back using Taichi's shoulders as leverage and eyed the brunet suspiciously.

"Are you planning on dropping me?"

"No."

Yamato was still weary.

"Then what are you planning?"

Taichi shrugged, which jerked Yamato's shoulders up in response. "Nothing; I'm just carrying you to bed."

Laughing lightly, Yamato relaxed and let Taichi carry him across the living room and down the hall. Upon reaching Yamato's room, Taichi lowered him onto the bed, shaking his arms.

"That was a lot rougher than I was expecting." He rubbed at his arms, trying to get blood circulating through them again. "I thought I was going to break my promise and drop you."

Yamato chuckled from the bed. "You didn't have to carry me all the way over here; you could have just let me down in the hall. I can walk."

Taichi made a noncommittal noise and flopped onto the bed, next to the sitting blond. "But I promised."

"Not really, you didn't."

"I meant that more as a promise to myself."

"Oh."

The boys let a comfortable silence engulf the room. Yamato shifted to lie down on the side closer to the wall. Taichi settled on the other side. Both content to fall asleep like that. But:

"Who's going to turn off the lights?" Yamato asked.

"Shotgun not!"

"But you're closer."

"But I shotgun-notted it."

"But I'd have to climb over you."

"I could live with that."

"Last time you bitched about me being too heavy."

"Yamato. I just carried you here from the living room. You're not too heavy today."

"You just carried me here from the living room, then babied your arms for five minutes. I am as heavy today as I was last time."

"It wasn't five minutes."

"Close enough."

"And here I thought you were good at math."

"And I thought you would always jump at any chance to exercise."

"Not when I can sleep instead."

Heaving a huge sigh, that let Taichi know he wasn't happy about it, Yamato sat up.

"Fine, I'll go turn off the lights. But only because I want to sleep."

Taichi grinned, as Yamato started to clamber over him. The grin turned into a fake-pained expression.

"Ah, my stomach! Get off me, fatty!"

Yamato, on his feet now, turned around to give Taichi a light smack.

"Shut up."

The room was suddenly plunged into complete darkness. Yamato made his way easily back to the bed, making sure to jab Taichi in the stomach when he climbed back to his own side.

"Ugh!"

Taichi could hear the smile in Yamato's voice as the other said: "Good night."

"Night, Yama."