Malfoy picked up one book, looked at the cover then threw it over his shoulder and picked up another.
He did this to several books before Harry looked up from his choice book, shook his head and said, "You know, you aren't supposed to judge a book by its cover."
"I know, but when I cracked one open it was written in-" said Malfoy before pausing, looking at the one way mirror and whispering, "-bloody Yank English. They butcher our beautiful language! Civilized the call themselves! Harrumph!"
"Tabitha would probably kill you if she heard what you just said," commented Harry casually but really warning him.
"No," replied Malfoy haughtily, ignoring Harry's warning, "If she tried I'd just burn her precious books."
Harry rolled his eyes and switched his attention back to the book in his hand.
The silence rolled on and on with Harry skimming through an incredibly thick novel and Malfoy pretending to read.
With a bitter sigh, Harry closed the book and tossed it lightly in front of him.
"Anything?" asked Draco hopefully as he reached for yet another novel.
"Not really. It did mention mage globes but nothing we could use," replied Harry, rubbing his tired eyes.
"Hmm," responded Draco as he cracked open the book in his hands. His forehead furrowed from deep concentration and then, suddenly, Malfoy kept the page with his finger and closed the book.
Harry looked up and was taken aback by the expression on Draco's face.
A though unexpectedly occurred to Harry, making him laugh aloud. Malfoy glared daggers at him. "Did you just read a section that romance novels are famous for?" teased Harry.
"No," said Draco unhappily and a but tensely, "but I might have a way for us to work magic…"
Harry was astonished. "Where? Let me see, let me see!"
Draco sighed, marked the passage with an indentation of his finger nail and passed the open book to Harry.
As Harry skimmed through to find the indicated passage, Malfoy whispered, "As much as I don't like the idea, I don't think we have a choice."
When Harry found the passage Draco had marked, he blanched. Malfoy just looked at him expectantly.
"No," Harry said in a hoarse whisper. He cleared his throat and said it again, louder, "No, no, NO!"
"But Harry-" started Draco but Harry didn't let him finish.
"But Harry nothing! Sex magic? NO! I'm not going to fuck you! Not now, not ever!"
"You don't have to… screw me. I could-"
"NO! My arse is a virgin and I'd prefer it to stay that way, thank you!" roared Harry angrily.
"There's no other way!" yelled Draco furiously, rising to his feet. "Don't you want to get out of here? Don't you want to see your friends again? DON'T YOU?!"
Harry shrank be, unaccustomed to this side of Malfoy.
"Of course I want to get the bloody hell out of here, but there's got to be some other way!" said Harry quietly.
Malfoy shook his head and walked over to Harry so they could whisper. "From what I figure," he whispered and crouched next to Harry, "Tabitha is in charge. At least for us. She only said that she'll be playing God to us. I think she wants us to do something." Harry just looked at Malfoy, confused.
"So," continued Malfoy, "I figure let's give her what she wants…"
Harry still looked confused, but Draco paid no heed as his head snaked forward and his warm, dry lips locked onto Harry's moist ones.
As soon as Harry realized what was happening, he pulled his head away, violently breaking the kiss and punched Draco in the face.
"What the hell you bloody sod?" exclaimed Harry, a little hysterically. "Stay the bloody hell away from me!"
Draco looked up at Harry, a wounded expression upon his face. Well, what was visible of his face anyway since he had a hand around his bloody nose.
"I was only trying to help and get us out of here faster," said Draco, a little muffed from said hand.
"Well don't!" yelled Harry as he stormed off as far away from Malfoy as possible given the tiny space of the cell.
"Sorry…" mumbled Draco, blinking back tears as Harry plopped himself down on the soggy cot.
Tabitha pushed the intercom button, making the p.a. system squeal loudly before saying, "Lights out."
The lights did go out and no one moved much. Harry stretched out on the cot, back to Malfoy and Malfoy did the same on the floor.
Tabitha checked the thermostat in the cell, confused. It still read 75 degrees Fahrenheit but she swore that there was ice coating the floor between the two.
"Damn!" she cursed when she made sure the mic was off, "And things were starting to get interesting too!"